House of The Bear

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The gilding of the Indian summer mellowed the pastures far and wide. The russet woods stood ripe to be stripped, but were yet full of leaf. The purple of heath-bloom, faded but not withered, tinged the hills …

—Charlotte Brontë

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“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year—the days when summer is changing into autumn—the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change.”

—Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White.

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A Medieval Love Poem: The Heart That Loveth Me

For weal or woe I will not flee

To love that heart that loveth me.

That heart my heart hath in such grace

That of two hearts one heart make we;

That heart hath brought my heart in case

To love that heart that loveth me.

For one the like unto that heart

Never was, nor is, nor never shall be,

Nor never like cause set this apart

To love that heart that loveth me.

Which cause giveth cause to me and mine

To serve that heart of sovereignty,

And still to sing this latter line:

To love that heart that loveth me.

Whatever I say, whatever I sing,

Whatever I do, that heart shall see

That I shall serve with heart loving

That loving heart that loveth me.

This knot thus knit, who shall untwine,

Since we that knit it do agree

To loose not nor slip, but both incline

To love that heart that loveth me?

Farewell, of hearts that heart most fine,

Farewell, dear heart, heartly to thee,

And keep this heart of mine for thine

As heart for heart, for loving me.

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May the path be straight to your feet.

May the wind blow on your shoulders.

May the sun shine warm upon your face.

May the rains fall serene on your fields.

And till i see you again

May God keep you in the palm of His hands.

—Irish Blessing

Happy St. Patrick’s Day ☘️