Back flooded the memories not only of the poem, but also of the circumstances under which I first found it. It was spring. I was madly in love with someone who did not know I existed. I pined over the unrequited love. I memorized poems by the dozen. Some of them I still recall even now, umpty years later.
Here’s the one by the Persian Sheikh:
"If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft
And from thy slender stores
Two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul."
--Sheikh Moslih Eddin Saadi
I decided to add some hyacinth bulbs to my plant order. My bees would like that, don't you think?
BEEattitude for Day # 113:
Blessed are the [good] poets, for their work shall endure, but why don't they write about us bees?
One thing Fran is grateful for right now:
The crock-pot macaroni and cheese my grandson and I cooked Tuesday. Leftovers are great!
Happy Groundhog Day