lazy lazy

What a lovely thing a day is in which nothing is absolutely necessary.

Alas, Monday is not such a day.

But Sunday was.

(And I did put two new quilts up on my etsy shop, but that wasn't necessary, so it didn't count.)

(And I managed to knit the first hexagon for the Beekeeper Quilt. Hm. This may be going to take a while.)

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Buying Flowers

In the capital spring comes late.
The noisy chariots and horses are passing.
They say, "It is the time of the peonies."
So they come together to buy flowers.
Prices, high and low, may change,
But also it depends on how much you buy.
Hundreds shine bright red,
There is a bouquet white as crystal,
Sheltered by curtains overhead
And constructed on a bamboo framework,
Watered and set in mud.
These are the old colors, but changed.
Every house buys them according to custom,
And nobody thinks wrong of it.
Only an old man from the farm
Coming by chance to the flower market
Lowers his head, deeply sighs -
A sigh that no one understands.
Over a single posy of deep-colored flowers
Ten common families might sing!

-- Po Chu-I, translated by Ching Ti