tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post2396093875160625843..comments2024-02-19T20:45:03.110-05:00Comments on Red Mug, Blue Linen : Refreshing SundayLaurenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-47596665998455859912011-09-13T22:06:34.459-04:002011-09-13T22:06:34.459-04:00Kind of you to accept this one from me.
I think ...Kind of you to accept this one from me. <br /><br />I think Mr E had a mode of the ideal tease, and I suggest that April had to suffer for the effronteries of his Chaucer preceptor. Mine, thank god, was beyond marvelous; and so my opinion of the months is sympathetic to their best. September, I know, can be schismatic, and in other ways conducive to your experience now. We inhale, however, crispness and burnt sugar all about, and the promise of restorative holidays to come.<br /><br />The poem has brought me closer to my blog than I ever supposed I'd be. I'm happy you were here.Laurenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-28325245960820705282011-09-13T21:41:30.765-04:002011-09-13T21:41:30.765-04:00Laurent, another excellent post and eerily attuned...Laurent, another excellent post and eerily attuned to my melancholic sentiments this Sunday past. Perhaps Tom was mistaken and September is the cruellest month with its thunder of hammers and fear.<br />thank you for the kind referenceDerekhttp://squirrelsrunwild.tumblr.com/noreply@blogger.com