The weather is perfect today as we approach summer. To that end, I have made myself a glass of sweet mint tea, complete with hammer-crushed iced, and am sipping on it the way my mom always does: making a cup last two hours, or three. I am still unsure how she does that – I can only bear it because the caffeine makes me restless, and leaving it in one spot means that I can work out a little bit of the caffeine by going back and forth for more. In the meantime, I remember all of the little things that I ought to be doing, such as posting on the blog.
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring–When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough the echoing timber does so rinse and wringThe ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brushThe descending blue; that blue is all in a rushWith richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling-From “Spring,” by Gerard Manley Hopkins