Today's posts

With March comes the yellow pollen on my terrace.  The pine trees here in Mallorca leave a layer of yellow dust on the cars, the roads and the houses every year.  However much the terrace is swept in the evening, it is yellow again next day.

As every March, the processionària are forming their long lines in the woods and on the paths here, and I am posting the poem once more. 

Today’s first poem, though, is ‘To a young executive’.   The advice is kindly meant.     

Dorigen’s story finishes today and I trust you find the ending optimistic.  I hope you enjoyed it although narrative poems are out of fashion nowadays. Just one more point.  Where Chaucer’s rhymes were crying out to be kept, their wishes have been respected.