aaaahhh I'm exhausted - great family visit and filled with all sorts of help - A power spray for the patio - A trimmed and manicured yard and dead branches removed - then cut up all the branches for pickup next week. We spread 7 bags of compost over the areas the sun parched - hand watered the herb garden and pulled weeds - hung curtains, did my cooked lemon trick with 3 pots, laundry caught up and clean sheets on the bed. Paul had a good visit with a neighbor that keeps his eye on me.
I remember doing all this on my own and thought nothing of it. Immediately after they left I took a hot shower and hit the bed for a 'short' nap - oh dear - here it is 9:30 at night after having slept since 5:30 Well for sure no more, 'I don't feel like it' - I just have to take a daily walk and get some strength back - this is ridiculous.
One piece of drama - the backyard had not been mowed in at least 4 or 5 weeks - since the fawns were born - oh oh oh were they frightened - flying around trying to figure out where to go - they had not been out of the backyard since they were born and of course moms was not around - the one was so beside itself it came crashing into the sliding glass door to the patio not once but twice till we opened the door and that did more to frightened the poor thing but all three left the yard - not only were humans back there but the loud sounds of mower, trimmer, blower, power washer. Well we shall see how long before they return - there are still some hidyhoe's for them under various bushes and vines but the grass is no longer thick and long to plop down and hide in where ever the mood struck them.
Hadn't thought of that
Karen but yes, the medieval was about living for you place in the here after while the Renaissance was about self and self expression.
Says to me the medieval was a lot of grinding work to carve out a life with no time for anything but the basics so there has to be a reward someplace where as comparatively life was fuller with villages, roads, no traipsing across Europe and North Africa to rescue pilgrims and find the Holy Grail battling one group after the other and the Black Plague was no longer decimating the population and most of all governing systems were in place, within land boundaries and the church. There was so much order that folks were now taking on in ships the great seas to see what else was on this earth. What a contrast...
Leah interesting how when we simply read the Sonnet for enjoyment, some of us daydream the speaking is addressing a woman and others a man. I bet psychiatrists could have a field day with that difference. And yes, it is all about compelling the subject of the poem to have children.
Bellamarie noted the message as, "...to not waste beauty by not procreating." Like
Bellamarie, I too like
Joan's suggestion that it was really a message to the Queen - that really fits doesn't it - because for most folks there did not seem to be much urging required - unless Hollywood is completely depraved along with those writing about the era men seemed to plant their seeds willy nilly when ever and where ever desire struck - maybe it was cupid busy shooting his arrows while hidden in the clouds
- so that
PatH asks the perfect question - "
Why is Shakespeare urging a man to marry and have children?"
With all this prolific seed planting, lots of the seeds produced a harvest of children and the only ones whose gardens were behind high walls were upper class women whose family could contain her within their protective walls so that some women seemed to erect their own walls or barriers - and so to hear urging spoken to a man unless he is the kind that plants his seed than disappears and this is really about taking on the obligation of actually marrying - I thought this line was a wow-strong-over the top statement - "
The world will be thy widow and still weep" - the WORLD mind you - wow... come to think on it with all the conflict in the world today what an apt saying, "
The world will be thy widow and still weep" - if the world is not weeping I sure am...
Hmm I wonder if the rebut on the Sonnet is saying just that - settle down man and get with the married family-centered program. In other words, his seed planting is loveless - he is simply letting his body rule which is not being responsible to the ensuing child therefore, he is acting murderously shameful.
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murderous shame commits.Ah and we cannot forget the glorious tragedy,
King Lear - have to wonder if that dichotomy is in our soul that we continue to create dualities and there difficulties as King Lear's dilemma rather than easily create harmonious unity.
Gosh a lot to think about in this days discussion - bits and pieces added that really has the wonderment mill going for us. I wonder this and I wonder that... no unity today but then we are not combining the sweetness of wondering with war either, are we... it is almost easier to wonder rather than have a settled conclusion. Ah so...
