| Soggy Sunday [message #6475] |
Sun, 30 November 2008 18:15  |
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Soggy Sunday
Smooshes!
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| Re: Soggy Sunday [message #6476 is a reply to message #6475 ] |
Sun, 30 November 2008 18:24  |
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Oh ew. It's nasty here today, too. Very gray and cold. Not quite freezing, but close enough. And *dark!* Hello, winter.
I'm still waiting for someone (who's not me) to invent little removable glasses wipers - like windshield wipers on cars. Maybe you could get them in pink.
Those daffodils are *lovely.* Surely they brighten up the winter!
Smooshes!
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| Re: Soggy Sunday [message #6489 is a reply to message #6475 ] |
Sun, 30 November 2008 19:41 |
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Bragging about your snow! *envy* Snow is way better than this in between ice and rain stuff. I'd like my share now, thanks!
Smooshes!
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| Re: Soggy Sunday [message #6503 is a reply to message #6475 ] |
Sun, 30 November 2008 23:25 |
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 boddhi_d
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Registered: October 2008
Location: Tennessee |
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Oh, daffodils. Happiness.
There's a set of pictures from my sixth birthday, with me in a Holly Hobby-ish outfit (including a bonnet). Several of the shots are of me standing in front of a huge bouquet of daffodils (huge to me at the time; at least a dozen) that my grandfather brought from his sister's farm.
My Great-Aunt Ruth lived in a little town less than an hour outside of Syracuse, NY. The farm had been purchased by her parents in the early 1900's, I believe, and the farmhouse was more or less unchanged. (It did not, for example, have running water or electricity.) Aunt Ruth, who never married, had retired there after years of teaching home ec in extreme rural areas.
One of the things that Aunt Ruth was known for was her flowers. Pansies by the door (my mother's favorite), a meadow of hollyhocks & lupines behind the house, and a hillside of daffodils in the spring--over sixty varieties, according to my mother. The local high school students would often have their senior pictures taken in front of the flowers, and in good years Aunt Ruth would donate bouquets of flowers to be sold in fundraisers.
But the daffodils were special to me. Maybe because I'd never been given flowers before, or maybe because they were so unlike the city. Whatever reason, daffodils are sunshine and spring, and I still associate the smell of them with that first bouquet.
Dawn in (rainy, splodgy) TN
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| Re: Soggy Sunday [message #6505 is a reply to message #6475 ] |
Sun, 30 November 2008 23:34 |
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Sorry you have soggy hellhounds and a soggy you, Robin. Here it's getting cold and is cloudy but so far no rain or snow. And how you walk the hellhounds with the ME--I don't think I could do it. You still rule!
In grad school I had a professor who was/is a Wordsworth fanatic. He had us read The Prelude, and began every class by writing "Was it for this?" on the board, then he would make an X on the board, draw a line from the X, and then circle the last X and ask us, "Was it for this?" Same diagram everyday. But he was really a great prof.
Feel better soon.
X-------(X)
"And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of Chinese plastic."
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| Re: Soggy Sunday [message #6516 is a reply to message #6475 ] |
Mon, 01 December 2008 01:48 |
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Diane in MN
Messages: 2728
Registered: October 2008
Location: Twin Cities, MN, USA |
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Spring flowers that might look ordinary in spring look like they're on steroids at this time of year--YELLOW! DAFFODILS!! Great picture, and such a nice gesture from your florist. I hope your weather people are dead wrong about days of sleet and cold rain; you know they'd be wrong if they were calling for a nice few days, right?
We got a little snow overnight, enough to make the dogs silly. They were fine during the day, but it's getting colder and very windy tonight, and no one wants to be outside any longer than necessary. If it were raining too they would have to be dragged. High temps are supposed to drop back down into the 20s this week, so with luck any precipitation we get will be fluffy snowflakes instead of little wet ice balls.
I walked into a wild rose stem trailing from a hedgerow tree . . . serious bad language . . . and now have an interesting new rune engraved upon my forehead.*** I hope it’s a good one. So the next time hellhounds and I are set upon by ghouls, zombies, vampires, or aggressive off-lead dogs and their terminally stupid owners, I can whap myself up longside the head and the rune will fire some dazzling lightning flash of sorcery and fry the frellers.
You wish! Hope it brings good luck, anyway. You might try white vinegar on the bloodstained Gore-Tex.
Bowdoin was heavily into the whole Dead White European Male thing in those days.
You can't do English Romantic poets without being heavily into the DWM thing, I suppose. I think it's a real shame that wretched Wordsworth pops up in our heads without being asked when daffodils are in question, but for me at least the wretchedness is mitigated by the memory of Bullwinkle J. Moose wandering lonely as a cloud and reciting as he went. That's putting education to use.
"The point of books is to have way too many but to always feel you never have enough . . . " Louise Erdrich
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| Re: Soggy Sunday [message #6518 is a reply to message #6475 ] |
Mon, 01 December 2008 06:53 |
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Lucy Coats
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Registered: October 2008
Location: Northamptonshire, UK |
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I don’t even like Wordsworth and I think he uses ‘dance’ and ‘dancing’ way too often in this poem, and never mind if he is trying for the common touch. But I know what he’s talking about, and I read painfully too much of him in college^–I’ve told you before that being an English lit major marks you for life
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It's sunny here today in Northamptonshire, so I hope it's shining to the south for you too, Robin. As for Wordsworth, even though the very sight of my small wild daffs poking their heads into the air fills me with the joys of spring, I too read FAR too much of him in Uni, and am also marked for life. At school, we were tortured by having to SING that blasted poem. Brrrh. Makes me shiver with horror even now.....
Lucy xx
"'Thou shalt not' might reach the head, but it takes 'Once upon a time' to reach the heart."
http://www.scribblecitycentral.blogspot.com
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| Re: Soggy Sunday [message #6636 is a reply to message #6632 ] |
Tue, 02 December 2008 06:32 |
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| tassiegal wrote on Tue, 02 December 2008 05:09 |
Ummm can you guys come get your winter please? Its COLD here and its supposed to be SUMMER today - except I have had cold rain most of the day - and trying to sheperd 250 hyper schoolkids into a theatre while its raining is NOT fun. My washing blew off the line, but didnt get dry and I'm shivering...its DECEMBER for pitys sake! If not HOT it should at least reach the twenties instead of hovering in the high teens!
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Reading that makes me think about how big and awesome this world is. It's summer there! And I'm piling on the layers here! Holy commas!
Smooshes!
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| Re: Soggy Sunday [message #6668 is a reply to message #6475 ] |
Tue, 02 December 2008 14:52 |
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ha, we got snow today,and i just finished painting my kitchen and living room[i hate painting]grrr.
Bonnie Holmes the faster ahead I go, the more behind I get
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| Re: Soggy Sunday [message #6688 is a reply to message #6475 ] |
Tue, 02 December 2008 19:33 |
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Oh, our winter is right where it's supposed to be. We have freezing rain and it smells like snow. Ah, Utah.
"And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of Chinese plastic."
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