3 days ago
| And bathed every vein in liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;' ......
recalls my sweet David, reciting some of Chaucer --
particularly when pummelling rain floods the nether regions of our home as it did a week or so ago, and we had to take it seriously like doing something about it - but mild flooding though it be, was not as severe as some communities - we must, we resolve, take this in our stride and simply think of glorious Chaucer who David says is one person he would have loved to have met. Really, I say, as I sip my coffee.
Pond on an herb farm half way between Hamilton and Guelph,
oil on gessoed masonite © mcl -- mid April