Came to the Eatons' backyard to paint after work. David and Ann were sitting in their sun room to enjoy the weather. It was really windy and the blossoms from their plum trees would soon be blown away, which reminded me of Shakespeare's sonnet No.18, the only sonnet that I have ever committed to my memory.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. "
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