Fair tresses man’s imperial race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
But surely you see my Lady
Out in the garden there
Rivaling the glittering sunshine
With a glory of golden hair.
Her eyes are big moonlit pools of darkness, and silken curls fall over her shoulders. One hair is strong enough for a lifeline that will draw a drowning man ashore, or strangle an unhappy one.
–Gene Stratton-Porter, Laddie
I promised to return to our conversation on hair. Remember?
Come on. You don’t remember??
Coming up tomorrow–get ready, get set, go.