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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
Sir,
My wife does this every year. Normally we release 6-8 per year. Last year we got 12. 3 so far this year. We have been doing it for about 10 years. Harvest the milkweed pods every fall and put them in the freezer to save till the spring so we can broadcast them where we want. Makes the mowing easier.. we grow them in the house in a mesh laundry hamper with canning jars to hold the milkweeds in. Seems to work good. Mid Michigan area..
Justim
That’s great. I’m glad I’m not the only one. (I’m a bit lazy compared to you though. I don’t do much more than stick a caterpillar in a jar.)