Ever Been Slow to Get Back Up?

English: Lush Green Fallow Field, Darrington. ...

Lush Green Fallow Field, Darrington. Green, blue, red, wonderfully summery, rural colors. Dewy morning, overcast sky. Had wanted to take this picture on a bright, sunny day, but the dew gave the field a beautiful sparkle (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today I break the mold.

I have created a hot post!

You can find it here! It’s a poem and still life of some hot stuff. Pay special attention to the contents of the little bottle. Ha.

Hot! Hot! Hot!

But it’s not.

You know, it’s not that I don’t love you all. It’s not that I don’t love thinking, writing, and typing.

I’ll tell you what it is:

It is that almost all summer long, the outdoors has seemed like I should either have Spring Fever, or some kind of lovely Fall Melancholy.

I mean, the beautiful sky is raining and covered in a beautiful gray overcast, right now, as I type. It actually was almost cold last night.

My favorite weather, really.

Makes me poetic.

Anyway, the lovely ladies I agreed to write for scheduled me lo-o-ong ago, and we all assumed, for some reason, that when I posted in late July, the weather would be hot-hot-hot in the Deep South.

Hence the topic.

But it’s so lovely out, I just feel like sitting on the porch and looking at it.

Ever been there? Know how to get out of it? Help! Comment! Share!

Oh, and go read my guest post! That’ll wake me up!

Saturday Sayings – Color

(Henry) Austin Dobson, by Frank Brooks (died 1...

(Henry) Austin Dobson, by Frank Brooks (died 1937). See source website for additional information. This set of images was gathered by User:Dcoetzee from the National Portrait Gallery, London website using a special tool. All images in this batch have been confirmed as author died before 1939 according to the official death date listed by the NPG. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Ladies of St. James’s!
They’re painted to the eyes;
Their white it stays forever,
Their red it never dies:
But Phyllida, my Phyllida!
Her color comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,–
It wavers to a rose.

Henry Austin Dobson The Ladies of St. James’s. Stanza 4

Oh, to be changeable but true!

How better than being permanently false!

A Home-School Poem

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope (Photo credit: rubyblossom.)

Hey, everyone!

I’ve been out, in case you dd not notice. Technical difficulties, partly. But also partly supervising the removal of the last of the kid stuff from my house.

Oh, I have a Grandmother toy box, educational games, and color books still lying around, but the closets reserved for my own children’s collections are empty.

And in the process I have found so many odd things:

  • The mosquito netting for our cradle
  • The other set of guest bed sheets
  • The shower curtain the sellers left in our previous house
  • A kaleidoscope
  • Our gallon of exterior yellow paint
  • A small vial filled with unpolished hematite pebbles
  • A long-lost issue of the magazine I once wrote for
  • My old art portfolio, AND
  • A home-school graduation program with the following poem:

It is a holy thing to teach a child,
A holy thing to take the wild
And tame it for the LORD.

It is a holy thing to love your own,
A holy thing to stand alone
And be the three-ply cord.

It is a holy thing to stay behind,
A holy thing to never-mind
Things you cannot afford.

It is a holy thing to work for good,
A holy thing to take for food
His righteous, written Word.

It is a holy thing to read and run,
A holy thing to rest when done
And take the good reward.

It is a holy thing to put to flight
Ten thousand with a little might,
And then lay down your sword.

Can I get a witness?

Saturday Sayings: Summer!

First line of the manuscript.

First line of the manuscript. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The year is 1250 and nothing much is different, it seems!

This ancient English song, the earliest known with words and musical notation printed together, is recorded in Thomas Warton‘s History of English Poetry, itself an ancient book from the 1700’s. Try to figure out the meaning of this older version of our language and enjoy!

Sing, cuccu, nu. Sing, cuccu.
Sing, cuccu. Sing, cuccu, nu.
Sumer is i-cumin in—
   Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
   And springth the wude nu.
         Sing, cuccu!
Awe bleteth after lomb,
   Lhouth after calve cu,
Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth—
   Murie sing, cuccu!
         Cuccu, cuccu,
Wel singes thu, cuccu.
   Ne swik thu naver nu!

To hear a sung rendition of it in a sweetly natural setting, consider viewing the movie, “Sarah, Plain and Tall“. This delightful version of the popular book of the same title speaks volumes to those of us who hunger for a lost childhood.