Butterfly Garden

To celebrate summer, my company installed a butterfly garden, because that’s the way it rolls.  So here are some photos of butterflies.

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Spring, the sweet spring

Here’s what Thomas Nashe has to say about spring:

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!

 Presumably he wasn’t looking out my front door when he wrote the poem:
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Here’s a view of spring from my son in the north of Jordan today.  Maybe this is what Nashe was thinking of:
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The weather is bound to get better.  Isn’t it?

The winter of our discontent needs some flowers

The commuter boat from my little town got stuck in the ice in Boston harbor yesterday morning.

Later, parts of the roof collapsed at the grammar school that our kids attended.

Last night, a couple of guys we hired spent two hours in near-zero weather clearing our roof to prevent it from collapsing after the snow and freezing rain that’s coming tonight.

We need to see some flowers from Tom Whelan.  Like a New England aster:

And a bouganvillea:

We will ignore all his very fine photos of ice crystals.

Who wouldn’t want to see Agatha Christie with her surfboard?

This was why the Internet was invented: photos of famous authors doing sports.  Here is Ms. Christie at Waikiki in 1922.  Dude!

Some of the photographs are meh: Stephen King throwing out the first pitch at a Red Sox game hardly counts as a sports photograph.  The Winslow Homery photo of a young Ernest Hemingway fishing is cute, but that fishing doesn’t qualify as a sport, if you ask me.

But Jack Kerouac scoring a touchdown in high school?  Stephen Crane posing with the rest of the Syracuse University baseball team in 1891?  Wow!

In honor of Agatha Christie, here are the Beach Boys singing “Little Surfer Girl” live in 1964.  Has it really been 50 years?