||[Apr. 15th, 2004|10:06 am]
|||||that Shakespeherian rag||]|
There was a big black fly bumping around the living room last night. This also is a sign of spring.
A lot of people in my life have April birthdays. My father, my elder son, my first wife. Taureans. There was a report on TV about this research which "proves" that people born in the spring are happier than people born in the autumn. Is it, asked the researcher, because of all that sunlight they drink up in the first months, or is it because their parents interact with them more cheerily?
In the Spring time, the spring time,
The only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing,
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Shakespeare has cocking a snook, right? That's a parody of an Elizabethan pop song, not a serious bid for chart success?
Shakespeare was an April baby too.