Morning glories 

This is the first time in many years that I’ve grown morning glories. This plant decided to weave itself into the ivy that covers my house. 


Question of the day

Frances: How many people in the world do you think are crying right now?


I have developed a habit over the last five years of reading poetry to my girls (especially during summer vacations) and I’m always excited when I’m reminded of a poem that I haven’t read to them.

This morning, I read Invictus by William Ernest Henley to Frances: 

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

She didn’t ask me to read it again, but she did say that she thought that her sister needed to hear it.