Is it Spring, or is it Summer?
It sure feels like Summer. I do not know what to think of this Spring... I've always loved Spring, but this one goes from frost to eighty degree weather in a week. Humperdink.
That is what I say when I'm put out, but it is also the name of the composer who wrote Hansel and Gretal. Good music; funny name. Humperdink.
My grandmother is oldfashioned. Beautifully so. But still, it bothers me when she leaves the key in the unlocked car with the windows down.
Some interesting things happened today; small things that I thought I would like to tell. At one lady's house that we visited, there was a small chihuahua. She, being afraid of the sound her tags would make when clanked against the metal feed bowl, would tip-toe forward to her dish, grab a piece of dogfood, and stiffleggedly backpeddal. It was funny to see.
Another thing... her owner seriously told us of a lady at her fifty-sixth month of pregnancy. I think she did a little mistake in linear time. It must've been her fifty-sixth week. Unless she meant an elephant lady. But then, elephants have only twenty month pregnancies! She also said, basically, that one couldn't take a good picture of the heavens, because one would need a big flash to light it up. Indeed! I wished to tell her all about the theories and applications of an exposure on a good camera. Good photographers aren't dependant on flash, my little pretty!!
The other day, as we walked back into the woods with Doctor Uncle, he told me in his calm, quiet way, that he normally didn't like names to be carved into trees. It ruined them, he said. But he proceded to run his hand gently over the ridges made from the carving knives of the past.... the heart and initials carved secretly by the Quiet Muscle-Man, who's marrying Cousin Lady in a week... the name of Little Lisper, carved out so carefully... the initials of Pretty Elegance, and of her lover, Younger Confusion... my mother's name, so high above us... Older Confusion's initials... Lonely Girl's name, scratched deep.... Cowboy Guy's initials, with a flourish... So many memories back there... a little bit of them, carved into the watching trees. We gazed back at them, in silence. Yes, he said, he didn't ever like it. But here, it is special. It is right.
Hurrah, another soul who's heard of Humperdinck!
ReplyDeleteMy neighbor has a chihuahua. They're amusing, feisty little things.
I remember seeing a tree engraved with names on a tour of a historical homestead years ago. It was the first such specimen I'd beheld outside of literature. It was neat, because it was so old.
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