One of the most famous elegies ever written was penned by English poet Thomas Gray. Entitled “Elegy in a Country Churchyard”, he formulated the words as he walked among the tombstones at twilight and contemplated the meaning of life.
”For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn/Or busy housewife ply her evening care…the paths of glory lead but to the grave.”
Depressing, huh? I think I’ll write my own elegy for every day that has slipped through my fingers and been wasted on worry, doubt, insecurity and resentments.
Today, I’m going to make memories. I’m going to bake some scones – something I’ve never done before. I’m quite sure I’ll screw them up somehow, but it will be a memory for a cold rainy day, when May took a break and let a little April slip back in.
It will be warm soon enough.