A Letter to My Readers

To those of you who have been reading, first, my thanks. I see you, and I appreciate that you take the time from your day to read a bit about what I do with my days. I do hope you’ll keep doing it, and I hope it will be because I continue to give you something worth reading.

Second, as I think I might have mentioned once or twice, I started working in a tax preparation and bookkeeping office at the start of the year. Tax Day in the United States is 15 April this year (with some exceptions for folks who’ve been impacted by natural disasters of one kind or another, for whom, my sympathies). Consequently, I have been busy, and when I have not been, I have been tired. That’ll ease up soon, but, until then, I don’t know that I’ll be able to add to things that I’ve been doing here (notably the Hobb Reread). I’m not abandoning any projects, and I hope that I won’t have to put anything on pause, but I might have to do so.

I suppose, then, that this is to let folks (and I might be one of those folks) know that I’m okay and that I will be okay. I just might have to put my head down a little more than usual for a little bit, is all. So if you don’t hear from me, that’s why.

Once again, and always, thank you for reading.

Sincerely,

Geoffrey B. Elliott

Years Later, Another Rumination on #WhanThatAprilleDay

It is the truth that some few years have passed
Since of this observation I wrote last
And marked how lines bespoke such showers sweet
As rise in spring. I then still thought it meet
That I should speak as with authority
And not as penitent, making a plea.
Now, though the Ram is not quite halfway through
The course it runs, and it is not as true
That people long to go on pilgrimages
As they once were, the season still engages
Thoughts of reverdie as flowers bloom
Brighter far than any painted room
And many mount on wheels to pass them by
And marvel at the ground-held sunset sky.

Something like that, yeah.
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Though I am not the greatest of Geoffreys, I can still write well on your behalf, if you would have me!

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Grace yet remains in the giving of gold
To gentle the heat and ward off the cold
For those who know now they were wrong to be bold
Give yet again, and grace again hold!