Peppermint Tea

George Herbert (1593-1633)

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
          Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
          From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
          If I lack'd anything.
"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
          Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? Ah my dear,
          I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
          "Who made the eyes but I?"
"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
          Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
           "My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
          So I did sit and eat.

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Just managed to French braid my hair for the first time. Took about 45 minutes, but I did it!

Mind you, it's not a GOOD French braid, and I certainly wouldn't wear it out in public, but it is recognizably a braid of the French character.

You know how art was all beautiful, but then modern art all random and weird-looking?

And music was all beautiful, but then modern music is all random and weird-sounding?

Well, I have a modern French braid. That about sums it up.
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When I look at pictures like this, I can't help but think, "Thank you, God, that so few died. Thank you that democracy and freedom won today."
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