Gather ye roses

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

This poem was written long ago, and came down to us as a nursery rhymn. It reminds us that the age of thirty used to be the cut-off point beyond which a maiden was considered to be a hopeless old maid. Girls were often motivated to marry, not for love but to save themselves from a disgraceful state of spinsterhood. We may all be thankful that those days are over.
But back to the present. Today was shopping day, so we stocked up on Hallowe'n candy and verious other supplies to keep us in groderies for the week. We had leftovers for dinner again, and watched "dancing with the stars" for awhile. How they keep from dislocating their lege and arms I will never know.
It is now midnight. Night all. Keep iin touch.