It opens a need in me to re-read Beowulf, in today's fractured English. I love the "ould" English. I still spell some words as the British spell them. Saviour. Honour. Daddy used several words from the early English and Irish. His may have been from the lower class / we know the very proper British held to the class system and possibly do yet? Our gardens haven't had a hard frost yet. I believe the beans might be producing had we not taken them out.