Valentine´s has gone by and I didn't even write anything here! Do forgive me, Ive had no time for my blog lately, as incredible as that could sound to some genuinely busy people.
Some long-life friends have come to visit! Mary Dear, her mom Sweetie, and Faithy. Their names describe them so well. Which means that if you meet Mary Dear, she´ll be a dear friend in no time; if auntie Sweetie sees you, you´ll be showered with sweetness right away; and if aunt Faithy comes along, you´ll come in contact with a rock of faith.
Here goes a poem dedicated to friendship, which makes the heart merry, warm, strong and healthy with laughter.
Love and Friendship
Emily Brontë
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.
Emily Brontë
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.
with Mary Dear
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