"She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott." -The Lady of Shalott
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott." -The Lady of Shalott
The occasional spring weather we've been having has been depressing me as I look out the window, textbook in hand. I've been planning my garden in the margins of my school notes. I've been watching the wildlife in the morning, to figure out the best way to put things to keep the critters out. The little chipmunks are burrowing, the squirrels have emerged from their quasi-hibernation much more plump than they should be, and I even saw a piebald deer rooting through the twigs. I can't wait to be able to spend a lot of time outside!