When I read this article, I knew it succinctly justified why I write this blog. Nice of someone to figure that out for me.
” To Wit, to Woo” to paraphrase the owl
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.