Another episode of Half-Light, the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge . This one is a little more ethereal or even spectral, with a nod to this day in one religion.
Marcellus to Horatio and Bernardo after seeing the ghost:
Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.
When daffodils begin to peer,
With heigh! the doxy over the dale,
Why, then comes in the sweet o’ the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter’s pale.
— The Winter’s Tale (4.3.1-4) William Shakespeare
This lovely tulip may not be the flower of choice for Shakespeare, but I look forward to her return, as the lovely season of Spring gets ever closer!