Of Unromantic Mondays Mornings...

 ...from Shirley, by Charlotte Brontë

I had to think of this line; 'something as unromantic as a Monday morning' as I purveyed week-end aftermath...

How little we full know

Of what we think we do

Though hindsight may perhaps bestow

A broader point of view

We cannot truly tell

What sighs beneath the skin

Of Monday morning fare-thee-well

Until we meet again

…and though we think we stand

Where we have stood before

As Monday reaches out her hand

And draws ajar her door

...and though we recognize

The vintage in her flask

And even if we shut our eyes

We could perform her task

Still, Time’s week-to-week path

As by God’s grace we go

Is strewn with tell-tale aftermath

Of how little we know

 

...yet,of one thing I'm sure

Though Unknown weighs time’s table

‘I know in whom I have believed

And know that He is able’

© Janet Martin

It was a busy, Maple-flavored week-end... where we enjoyed lots of treats!

from the Elmira Maple Syrup Festival...frigid temperatures did not deter the crowds.