Day 355 – Who is That?

Who is That?

Day 355

A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty by Ogden Nash

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda’s sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What’s a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then–
How old is Spring, Miranda?

13 Nights Later…

My favorite of the weekend.

And yes, it has been thirteen days since I have taken a photo.  And I still did not take one today.  Life has officially intruded.  I make it a rule that I do not discuss personal issues on line, and today is no exception, however I will share one of the reasons I have not been shooting the countryside up with my camera:  Those woven bracelets I posted on Night 116.  The bracelets are taking every spare moment I have to give – my lovely daughter is selling them as fast as I can make them and I am determined to go on that mission’s trip to the DR in February.  (And now for my shameless plug:  If you would like to purchase one of my woven wonders, I do take color requests and will send one out to you for the low, low price of $5.00.  And that is a good price indeed for the pain my hands are suffering at this point.)

Sandy and I .

I am posting the photos I took in St. Charles, IL while at the scrapbooking expo with my friend, Sandy.  I really should have posted sooner, but this is all I have to give right now.  My apologies to those of you whom I follow for the lack of participation on my part.