Back in sixth grade, when recitation was still en vogue, my class learned “To the Virgins*, to Make Much of Time” by Robert Herrick. I still remember the first stanza easily:

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
   Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
   Tomorrow will be dying.

Fast-forward 33-ish years. While I consider it a net negative that the internet has displaced much of the impetus we used to have for memorizing interesting things, it is nice that my newsletter-flower from 2019 is still smiling as colorfully as it was the day I published it! No digital death here, despite the fact that I didn’t get my self (or my bike) in gear to post it on the blog until now (🫣).

I trust that Old Time has flown as quickly for you in the past five years as it has for me, so this *brief* delay is basically immaterial! I hope you are still gathering your maximal personal number of both proverbial and physical rosebuds; that certainly remains my goal.

*Incredibly, I don’t remember any sixth-grade humor being generated around these titular virgins. Tasteful jokes from this comparatively mature online audience regarding my pregnancy in this newsletter and immaculate conception will be approved by the moderator (😂).