May 16 - Edward Sharp and Ophelia's MillhavenS Paint Adventure

Jade, the girl of the hour, plays a silly refrain on a flute at the beginning of the act before examining her reminders.

White the shroud of mountain snow.
That's to pack for this weekend.  She skis with her family when she can be bothered to be one of them.  Often she considers squealing like a pig and fertilizing the plants in the green house. Then she remembers the green turf at the head of the mountain and the stones below and the memories of childhood buried within.
Larded all with sweet flowers;
This one she braided with a friend to remember a special night at camp when... well... the string is there to remind her so that she does not have to speak her remembrances.  The string, beaded with flowers, suffices.

Tomorrow is St. Valentines day - that's the red - and below it on her ring finger is kept a one, a scrap, touched by the boy she'll follow home tomorrow.
One drunken party, he thew on the costume of the night, and opened the door to her, a child.  A child didn't leave.
He would be her Valentine if she hadn't gone in.

Now she stalks the halls like an old gypsy woman, insisting she's a girl, and they part the ways, like the red sea before moses, marking her with their scarlet ink as a woman undeserving of their attention but allowing all she asks.

She followed the boy home.
If you come around then just as the sun goes down, you can watch the whole thing turn to gold, said a man who came to town from a southern island continent with the hair of a car salesman and the voice of a fallen angel.
And she left again.  Singing:
They bore him barefaced on the bier,
Hey, non nonny, nonny, hey, nonny,
And in his grave rained many a tear.
And she tied a black string around the ring finger.  So many things to remember...