My mom’s memory box so far! The quote on top is something she used to say a lot. It’s from Hamlet and it says “to thine own self be true” she never changed who she was she stayed true to herself to the very end and I’m so proud of her for that.
Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers. Illustration by Walter Crane. From Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden, 1906.
Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers. Laertes: “O heat, dry up my brains! tears, seven times salt, burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!– By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight, Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!–…” – Hamlet
“Dispensing light and life on every side; Brightening the mountain cataract, dimly spied Through glittering mist; opening each dew-gemm’d flower; Or touching, in some hamlet, far descried, Its spiral wreaths of smoke that upward tower.” -Bernard Barton | GarettPhotography
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember: and there is pansies. that’s for thoughts.
There’s fennel for you, and columbines: there’s rue for you; and here’s some for me: we may call it herb-grace o’ Sundays: O you must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died: they say he made a good end,–
Ophelia ditches the drama, and takes on her own private tragedy. Strings of throwaway lovers and flimsy lingerie, she pays the rent too many weeks late with a fake-shy grin. She dodges courtly spies with bohemian finesse, hopping cities and countries farther than her ex could have dreamed. She braids the flowers in her hair until they wither, shaking the weeds out in the alleys where she gives them the slip. Skinny dipping in world-class waters, she revels in the delight she takes in shaking up their royal game.