Silver, Sonnet, South Woods

Nowadays, an engaged couple will ask for cash to help cover a European honeymoon, but in the oldern days, brides were inundated by silver--plates, candy dishes, cups, platters, everything you can imagine--apparently with the presumption that said bride would someday be hosting a dinner for British royalty. Fiorella displayed her own take on shelves and coffee tables for years, but Elizabeth never called, styles changed, and the pretty pieces turned dark so she decided it's time for the silver to find a new home. She'll keep the flatware, of course. She hauls it out every Christmas for the extended-family get-together, and Sir Christopher is a good pattern and still in demand, which means her lucky heirs could sell it off to finance a trip to Europe.
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Yes, your Fio is working on a Christmas sonnet. Now, if she can just find her trusty rhyming dictionary, the one her parents gave her for Christmas when she was in high school. Yes, Fiorella knows there are several rhyming sites on line, but none of them are as comprehenive as her old faithful.
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Three cheers for Fiorella. She escaped to the woods yesterday afternoon and not only found some good rocks to shore up her driveway edging, but also cleared a good part of the south woods next to the road of fallen cedar branches and cut saplings. Fio likes thing to be neat and clean, and clearing off cedar trash also lessens the fire risk.