“Tender-handed stroke a nettle, / And it stings you for your pains. / Grasp it like a man of mettle, / And it soft as silk remains.” (Aaron Hill, 1685 – 1750)
If one were to paint what is going on in the woods right now…
‘I cannot come!’ they heard her cry. / ‘I was born Earth’s daughter!’
Ars longa, vita brevis? Not for the Elves.
Enjoy your First Sunday of Advent, one and all.