I like my Valentine's card. It is very tiny, and very cheap...
|Cheapskate Cards strike again|
We also celebrated his birthday today with the last decent food from the freezer and the cupboards - a turkey, cranberry relish and home-made chocolate mousse. He is very happy with his birthday present - what's not to love about an apron made from a sack and a badge with a chainsaw gift tag? I am very happy not to have over-priced flowers, though I could do without the heartburn.
Dumb swans perhaps. With thanks to Sir Philip Sidney.
From Astrophel and Stella.
Because I breathe not love to every one,
Nor do not use set colors for to wear,
Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair,
Nor give each speech the full point of a groan,
The courtly nymphs, acquainted with the moan
Of them, who in their lips Love's standard bear;
"What he?" say they of me. "Now I dare swear,
He cannot love. No, no, let him alone."
And think so still, so Stella know my mind,
Profess indeed I do not Cupid's art;
But you, fair maids, at length this true shall find:
That his right badge is worn but in the heart;
Dumb swans, not chatt'ring pies, do lovers prove;They love indeed, who quake to say they love.