I always used to think that was Shakespeare.
It's not. I can't remember who the author is... but, it's not the Bard.
Well, I got through another VERY eventful weekend. Plenty of things happening, plenty of people to see.
Busy people get much accomplished.
So far this morning, I have
- agonized over the shop computer
- delivered flowers on a VERY windy day
- Helped a co-worker design flower arrangements for her 40th wedding anniversary party. Which was a total blast. I love working with people that WANT cool, funky design, and love what I love.
- Cleaned out the display cooler (it's broken.... AGAIN)
- Watered the plants
- Went to DQ for a late lunch
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The Rainy Day
THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains,and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains,and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
:)
Aw, man, someone got there first. :)
I actually sang that in choir.
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