Olde

Against May, Whitsonday, or other time, all the yung men and maides, olde men and wives, ran gadding over night to the woods, groves, hils, and mountains, where they spend all the night in plesant pastimes ; and in the morning they return, bringing with them birch and branches of trees, to deck their assemblies withall.

It's a hot sunny blue-sky day with a little breeze so that I can flap my arms through it, this 1st day of July of 2025, Canada Day. Some people are wearing red. I ventured to Tim Hortons café for drinks and snacks. On my way, I saw Bob and George, the Greek-Cypriot brothers, as they just attended the festivities in Steveston Village, Lulu Island. There was salmon, they said. They bicycled. It was "fun," they said. Bob is visiting from "olde" England, where he now resides. A Thai neighbour with his Filipina wife hosted a nice Canada Day party in their cozy shady garden. People were sitting, enjoying food—Thais and Filipinos, probably. There was Mass in the morning at the "Clam Temple," where attendants even sang "O Canada"!

Crossbowmen from such distant realms as Texas, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Missouri, Illinois, New York, New Jersey and Delaware, all right there in Merrie Olde Arkansas, in the non-medieval year of 1973.

Staid, olde Britain goes bonkers / ‘Red-Nose Day’ puts chuckle in charity