[siteorigin_widget class=”SiteOrigin_Widget_Slider_Widget”][/siteorigin_widget] By Meredith Hughes “Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour…..†Yes, I took a course on Chaucer in college, and adored reading as best I could the prologue to The Canterbury Tales, 1387-1400, in the lingo known as […]