Gather ye rosebuds
On Easter Sunday when I got up to get ready to run with Sid, I let Jack the dog out to pee as I usually do. He came back in wet, and I almost decided to call Sid and cancel. I knew though, that he would be waiting for me. I thought about a poem by Robert Herrick that my sister likes and my daughter says is about sex. She would know, being an English major. The title is To virgins to make much of time, so she might be right . As much as I like poetry, I am not very good at interpreting what the author is trying to say. I think poetry is like the Bible - it can be interpreted differently depending on what you are looking for. Here's the first few lines of the sex poem: Gather ye Rosebuds while ye may Old time is still a flyin And this same flower that blooms today Tomorrow will be dyin After my coffee, Jack and I went out into the rain and into that great smell of spring and newness and I was immediately glad I did not call and cancel our run. As I ran towards Sid's house, I tho