#maytime — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #maytime, aggregated by home.social.
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#SourCandyASongOrPoemYeah Bing Crosby is before y'all's time and so are Jeannette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy.
...singing....
SweeTart, SweeTart, SweeTart
Will you love me ever
Will you remember the day
When we were happy in May
My dearesssssssst onnnnnnnne... -
Coming home after time away - being surprised by changes in the garden - I love that! Today it was seeing how sun and rain coaxed Tinkerbird (dwarf rhododendron) to ‘come out’! So fragrant, so gay!
#rhododendron #tinkerbird #MayGarden #maytime #MayColors #InMyGarden #InMyGardenToday #GayGardener #GayGardens -
Coming home after time away - being surprised by changes in the garden - I love that! Today it was seeing how sun and rain coaxed Tinkerbird (dwarf rhododendron) to ‘come out’! So fragrant, so gay!
#rhododendron #tinkerbird #MayGarden #maytime #MayColors #InMyGarden #InMyGardenToday #GayGardener #GayGardens -
A description of the #month of #May in #earlymodern England.
From Nicholas Breton's Fantastickes, 1626.Read by Peter Kenny
Image from the Trevelyon Miscellany (Folger MS V.b.232), c1608
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZYJPfZlPk0&ab_channel=Passamezzo
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#trevelyonmiscellany
#maytime
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@earlymodern
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“There was no secret cave of the wood’s womb Where we might kiss all day without a start Of fear that meant to stay and must depart, Nor any corner where the sea’s perfume Might shelter love in some wave-carven tomb. But Maytime shone in us; with words of art I drew her down reluctant to my heart, When night was silence and my bed the gloom. So without sin we took strange sacrament, Whose wine was kisses, and whose bread the flower Of fast and fervent cleaving breast to breast. As lily bend to lily we were bent, Not as mere man to woman: all the dower Of martyred Virgins crowned our dangerous quest.”