These photos were taken in Princess Anne, about 20 minutes up the road. Sometimes I bring you photos outside of Crisfield to show you the surroundings and events that we have in our beautiful county.
Who wants to be my Sir Lancelot? Just kidding, hubby. Hey, boat, Airstream, carnival, horse. Only those who follow my blog know what that means.
I love everything Renaissance and I know the below poem by Carl Sandburg by heart. It is one of my favorites.
"Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter’s day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window,
And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and grocery delivery boys.
Let us keep our feet in wool slippers and mix hot punches—and talk about mail carriers and messenger boys slipping
along the icy sidewalks.
Let us write of olden, golden days and hunters of the Holy Grail and men called “knights” riding horses in the
rain, in the cold frozen rain for ladies they loved.
A roustabout hunched on a coal wagon goes by, icicles drip on his hat rim, sheets of ice wrapping the hunks of coal, the
caravanserai a gray blur in slant of rain.
Let us nudge the steam radiator with our wool slippers and write poems of Launcelot, the hero, and Roland, the hero, and all
the olden golden men who rode horses in the rain." ~ Carl Sandburg