“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
by any other name would smell as sweet.”
— William Shakespeare
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow’s form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
“This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.”
– William Shakespeare
“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes.”
Security is the chief enemy of mortals. —William Shakespeare
Much like Krista’s Morty, Gypsy arrived last October on a cloudy Saturday morning and secured her forever home. The veterinarian called for several weeks the number listed on her micro chip but never received a response. She had traveled over 25 miles to be here and so now I try to teach her to pick up her toys and put them in the box when she’s finished playing with them. It’ll take a while.