It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Love, love, love, it settles quickly. The brown flowerdregs of spring, the leafmold of fall: silting into the sidewalk cracks, tamping down this version of true.