March 14, 2017

A Letter to Pi

Dear π,
While millions compare you to a delicious round of pastry, while so many dedicate a day to you alone, and while crowds idolize you to the point of attempting to memorize your endless swirl of obscure numbers, you ought to know that you are not as special as you suppose to be. So you're an irrational number, so what? So you work with circles, so what? There are hundreds, no thousands (at least!) of other values that are just as important as you, yet you demand an entire day, nay, betimes an entire math unite to you "awe-inspiring" qualities! Well, listen up, π! Your days are numbered! We other numbers demand our share of value and attention! Beware: step down or we will send 7 (who, as you know, ate 9) to you!
Sincerely,
√, ∞, etc.

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March 2, 2017

A Prayer in Spring

Last week there were kids in shorts at school. We got to have some of our classes outside. I took a walk outside and saw tulip sprouts and snowdrops in bloom. And that was February.

My life in the woods:

Now that it is March, we have nearly a foot of snow on the ground, and school got out early because of the slippery roads.
Naturally. 
Anyway, as life is quite hectic as of now, (my school's musical opens tonight!) I must leave you with a poem. I promise it's a lovely one! :)

A Prayer in Spring
Robert Frost

Oh give us pleasure in the flowers today,
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest, keep us here 
All simply in the springing of the year.

Country:

Oh give us pleasure in the orchard white
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts at night,
And make us happy in the happy bees
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. 

All Things Shabby and Beautiful:

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

This is a Robin Red Breast. They frequent my garden to enjoy the apple's I put down. They have very good manners with all the other birds.:

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.