arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, and come with me.
see! the winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our lands.
the fig tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.

from song of songs
 

i caught myself humming “fields of gold” today at work & wondered about the people of the older generation and their quality of life (why? i have no idea). i figured they must’ve had much easier and relaxed time than how we live today–esp in nyc–so much more so that they had time to sing songs & write poetry.. it’s all silliness to think this, of course. it’s just, i had such a bad day today. one of those few days when i want to quit everything in life and run off to nowhere–or fields of barley to do God only knows what. my mind wandered to find an escape somewhere, some place, in some time tangible past or present.

but it isn’t found & i’m still looking for it.. “hope against hope”.

rana in ‘ranunculus’ means ‘frog’ in latin.
i’m so delighted to find this out today–i love ranunculi and frogs both!

the other day on the train, i sat across from a man who opened up a book and started reading with such hunger. to my surprise, it wasn’t some informational, managerial, economics book but murakami’s kafka on the shore. he was so engrossed in his reading that he had his mouth opened just a little bit and almost missed his stop. what a sight. it’s not often you see a man read a novel.

i got the pretty copy of sense and sensibility (i was happy to find i do not already have a copy in my library, although i must admit i didn’t look hard enough). reading it as well as carrying it is a joy. 1996 is when i fell in love with shakespeare. 2011 is when i’m falling in love with austen.

i hope they make a pretty copy of persuasion. just the thought of it makes me want to pick up a bouquet of ranunculi.