We got hit by an ice and snow storm in the Midwest last night. Lots of people are without power. I'm lucky to still have power, which means I'm warm but I don't get a snow day, either. In the first two photos, notice the branches are completely surrounded by ice. It's pretty. The DH and I were out and about yesterday afternoon, and we could hear branches regularly popping and then falling. It was an awesome sound, truly.
Have a nice Valentine's Day. Here are a few love poems of tea. (Originally found on Cup of Tea and a Blog.) The imagery is fantastic and very evocative -- You can decide of what.Love Poems of Tea
1 If I, the boiling water,
And you, the tea;
Then your fragrance
Has to depend solely upon my plainness.
2 Let your dryness inside me
Softly uncoil and stretch;
Let me dissolve
Imperceptibly, your tension.
3 I have to be hot, even boiled
Before we consume each other;
We have to hide, see and hold
each other in water
to decide
a tea color.
4 No matter how capriciously
you drift;
Gradually and slowly
(O' gently)
You will into me submerge--
Deep.
5 By that moment
the most bitter tear of yours
will become a best sip
of my fragrance.
Cheung, Dominic. Drifting. Green Integer: Los Angelos. 2000. p. 18.
2 comments:
I love the poem!
whew, is it hot in here????!!! Steph sometimes you phrase these sentence that are just unintendedly hilarious (or so I think). Like 'v-day ice storm' which gives the image of the coldest and most loveless v-day of all time. You're brillianT!
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