Today Joe and I are going to a local cafe for the best hamburger we know of—made to order. We can get them rare, so it must be good beef. Joe likes onions on his hamburger, and I love the Mexican HOT variety with peppers.
Here is my blog contribution to this day of ambience: my very favorite sonnet. It was also the favorite of Jane Austen’s Marianne in SENSE AND SENSIBILITY, when Marianne was taken in by that rake, Willoughby. Marianne went through a lot of trials and torment, before she realized her one true love!
I have known my one true love for 61 years!!!
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Margaret L. Been
Note: I cannot resist posting another photo of “lovers” given to us by our daughter, Martina, from her trip to Kenya: