It was vpon a Sommers shynie day,
When Titan faire his beames did display,
In a fresh fountaine, farre from all mens vew,
She bath'd her brest, the boyling heat t'allay;
She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew,
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew...



(by Sir Edmund Spenser from his epic The Faerie Queene)



Sinds yesterday I feel like I am a taxidriver.....bringing people and picking up people, bringing things and picking up things...
Driving, I think like, 150 km on 1 day.....pppffffffff

When I saw this roses I was thinking of a poem....you remember it :
roses are red
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet;
And so are you
But the original is from Sir Edmund Spencer.....the true most me told one day ...;-)


I am of to bed....nighty night Blippers ...;-)