The drought of March has pierced unto the root
And bathed each vein with liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;
When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,
Quickened again, in every holt and heath...

Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,
And palmers to go seeking out strange strands,
To distant shrines well known in sundry lands.


* *

How shall I your true love know
from another one?
By his cockle hat and staff
and his sandal shoon



fishy said...

Aunty Belle,
Those who wander, learn, experience, appreciate ... share with the rest of us so all are benefited by the adventures of the few. A very worthy mission!

h said...

You gonna go prop up Euro-Trash economies again, Aunty?

fishy said...

Hi Belle, me again, I do LOVE this photgraph! New post up at the Pond if you need a good laugh.

The Java Junkie said...

Aunty, we know you can cook - we've seen the proof! Come play with us!!

Unknown said...

I love Chaucer, but could never understand Bill S. without the cliff notes.

sparringK9 said...

france is great! it would be even better if the french people could fix their faces so it dont look like they smelt somethin' bad all the time. grrrrrrrrrhahahahaha

lots and lots of photographs. be safe aunty. i wish you great adventure.

Aunty Belle said...

why youse right 'tis a learning experience--doan worry I will share an' probably more'n ya wish I would. Heh. But I'se please ya like that phot--more coming!


I came and I LOVE the meme!

RV Sobcak,

hi hi! Willie is tough, but worth it!! Chaucer amuses me to the max!

K9?? Huh? Youse a well traveled pup--how'd ya know that photo is France?

Well youse right...smart puppy!

Jenny said...

Woot! Looking forward to hearing about it.

Safe and sane.

h said...

Come take the Troll Poll, Aunty. Curious if you think Chaingang Charlie Crist is a RINO.

moi said...

Have a marvelous time, Aunty, and come back with stories and photos!

And thanks for reminding me that _____ years later, I can still recite the prologue of the Canterbury Tales in its entirety, thanks to a taskmistress of a Senior Year English teacher who not only made each of us memorize it, but also get up and recite it - in the Old English, no less. Now I'm going to have it stuck in my head for the rest of the day.

fishy said...

It must have been a fad....my high School English Lit teacher made us satnd and recite Chaucer in Ye Olde English too! I still loathe it.

moi said...

Fishy, that's so funny! To this day, it will pop into my head whenever I get nervous. Like when there's turbulence on a plane flight, I start tapping my feet in time to the first couple stanzas to calm myself.