Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter, the fairest
flowers o' the season
Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors,
Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind
Our rustic garden’s barren; and I care not
To get slips of them.
– William Shakespeare, English poet, playwright, and actor, from The Winter's Tale
This past Memorial Day weekend was filled with research, youth baseball, and gardening – a healthy balance of all three. On Saturday, I took a break from watching my son play and focused on reading my research materials. I then took a break from research and made a bouquet for my friend Raissa.
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