...to be, or not to be...

I love St. Louis in the summer! So many free activities! In fact, St. Louis has more free activities than any other city I know. Yes, the weather can reach 108 degrees with 100% humidity, but we're still worth a visit! One of those amazing, free activities is Shakespeare in the Park.

Juggling Jeff and the Chinese yo-yo

Every year, Andy and I say we will go to see Shakespeare in the Park, but our odd schedules deter us every time. So Andy picked me up from work tonight and we barreled down highway 40 to Forest Park. When we arrived, the glen was not as covered with people as I'd expected (read: get there early!) likely due to the fact that tonight's performance was a preview of Henry V.

You'll want to go early anyway, because they have a pre-show at 6:30pm and there are so many entertainers to enjoy. Of course, our favorite entertainer is our good friend, Juggling Jeff! When you go, make sure to find him on the hilltop. We guarantee you'll love his show!

I set out our blanket in an open space near the front. We could hear Juggling Jeff, so Andy ran off to watch his show. I sat back, reading and enjoying the cool, calm of the evening, while strolling musicians serenaded me.

The show was fantastic, as always! In fact, this year Shakespeare in the Park is doing two shows, Henry IV and Henry V. 22 actors doing 65 roles on alternating nights. Yikes! There will be a double feature on Saturday, June 7 and 14, and you know I'll be there. I'd love for you to join me.

For more info on Shakespeare in the Park, click here.

For more info on Juggling Jeff, click here.

My favorite Shakespeare sonnet: 116

on the glen

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.