Thursday, May 12, 2022 Potpourri of Musings

Red sky at night, sailor’s delight
Red sky at morning, sailor’s warning..

Yesterday morning, we had an unusual sky going on – definitely a warning of things to come.

And lo, it came to pass later in the day. Another humdinger of a storm passed through town. The tornado sirens were sounding and I thought about whether or not I should start hauling all our photo albums downstairs. I decided not to, which turned out okay this time.

They ask but our Delight-
The Darlings of the Soil
And grant us all their Countenance
For a penurious smile.
Emily Dickinson

I read that poem yesterday morning and it made me think of pansies, who are definitely “darlings of the soil,” with something like a countenance. Thanks to our neighbors we have a beautiful pot of them by our front door. They ask for my delight and I give it to them.

Lastly, I need to redeem myself with a better photo of Mr. Gnome performing his duty of lighting up his little corner of the world in our back yard.

Mr. Gnome, Mr. Gnome
Lighting up his earthy home
Sitting atop that rich black loam
That constitutes his biome.

He scares away the grumbly Grome
And the shrieking, frightful furtive Floam
He protects us from the tiny Thome
And the slippery slimy Salladome

Oh thank you, thank you, Mr. Gnome!
Lynniebee

Well, that certainly turned into something surprising. You never know what your brain is going to concoct on the fly in a moment of need.

Call me when you see a grumbly Grome and I’ll delete this post, especially if it’s in the morning.