The day is young, and I've not yet actually made the preparations on my list, but I have started, for a gift of sharing time with loved ones is a promise I offer myself for these accomplishments that I see before me.
I've already started preparations for my class tomorrow (weather permitting) and in doing so my memory calls on the Latin phrase non-collige virgo rosas - gather, maiden, the roses - and all that this phrase holds ... I recall my father and in turn the following bit of poetry comes to me ...
To the Virgins (the empowered) , to Make Much of Time
by Robert Henrick (who I still feel was inspired by Shakespeare)
So it is now that my roses, such as they are, are gathered and honored, beheld and enjoyed ... effort and all ... thorns and all ... reward and all. Ashe. Ashe.