Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Ducky

My favorite poem, at least today, is "Ducks' Ditty" from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame:

Ducks' Ditty

All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!

Ducks' tails, drakes' tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight,
Busy in the river!

Slushy green undergrowth
Where the roach swim --
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim.

Everyone for what he likes!
WE like to be
Heads down, tails up,
Dabbling free!

High in the blue above
Swifts whirl and call --
WE are down a-dabbling
Up tails all!

I was feeling so down when I started writing this evening, that I knew the only thing for it was to contemplate something like "Ducks' Ditty". Funny, how a simple, rhythmic cadance can drive the blues away, at least temporarily.

The weather turned springlike again today, after shocking the new buds with snow Easter morning. Of course, the snow didn't last long. If you slept in, you missed it, which I did. I only got to see it on the news. Luckily, our yard is acting like it never happened. I will ask Logan to take some pictures of the daffodils, tulips, and roses, before they fade with the heat that is surely on the heels of this glorious weather. I thought I might take myself a nosegay to work tomorrow to cheer me the rest of the week, but I wonder if daffodils, tulips, and roses make a small enough bouquet to be considered a nosegay. Funny word, that.

Well, dinner is ready (chicken pot pie), so I need to go feed everyone. For tomorrow, I may consider the poetry of e e cummings.





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