Wednesday, 21 December 2016

Light squibs



The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays;
The world's whole sap is sunk;
The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk,
Whither, as to the bed's feet, life is shrunk,
Dead and interr'd; yet all these seem to laugh,
Compar'd with me, who am their epitaph.

- John Donne

Winter Solstice - the longest night - is today.

Roll on Spring...

8 comments:

  1. If I could, I wouldn't get up until Spring!

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    1. "Hibernation is not one single bout of torpor during winter, but the period of torpor is divided in small bouts of torpor of approximately 2 weeks by periodic arousals." Apparently. Jx

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  2. "...most hibernators can survive for several months on fat reserves alone. This is of enormous value for animals living in climates where the environmental conditions or temperature are too harsh to be active in, or in areas where food availability in winter is too low to sustain the organism."

    Indeed, I probably could "survive for several months on fat reserves alone". And cider. Jx

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  3. If actually freezing to death were half that pretty, it might seem a rather pleasant way to go...

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    1. An Art Deco demise has a ring to it... Jx

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  4. No....no spring yet! Let the Snow Queen take the throne for at least two months!!!!!!! I actually love when we get a huge ice storm. Everything looks like a ice wonderland. People tells me I'm nuts. Don't I worry about slipping and falling.? I say hell no, I'm on my back most of the time as it is.

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    1. I'd far rather sit in the sun than watch the damp decay that descends over London at this time of year. An ice storm would be exciting to see, I'm sure, but preferably from a safe distance. Like on the telly. Jx

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