The North Wind Doth Blow
The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor dormouse do then, poor thing?
Rolled up like a ball,
In his nest snug and small,
He'll sleep till warm weather comes in.
Poor thing!
The North Wind Doth Blow and We Shall Have... Porridge!
Three takes on a familiar first verse. As for me, I’ll take the last of them, made with water and no sweetener, raisins, dried cherries and chopped walnuts. On a cold day, there is nothing –absolutely nothing- like it. Cook it to more dry than wet, make a cup of tea to go with it and you are set for the afternoon or evening.
I don’t know where robins go during the winter. South? I don’t remember seeing them around our yard back home. They are carnivorous, rather than seed-eaters and, since the worms are far into the frozen ground, early bird or not, there would be none to pull out and devour.
Same with our friend the dormouse; it’s a European beast, perhaps as a big as a squirrel at best and, as a rodent, will find its own hiding-place with no difficulty at all.
But for us, as I write this (2:42pm) the first flakes of a possibly big storm have just begun to fall.
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor dormouse do then, poor thing?
Rolled up like a ball,
In his nest snug and small,
He'll sleep till warm weather comes in.
Poor thing!
The North Wind Doth Blow and We Shall Have... Porridge!
Three takes on a familiar first verse. As for me, I’ll take the last of them, made with water and no sweetener, raisins, dried cherries and chopped walnuts. On a cold day, there is nothing –absolutely nothing- like it. Cook it to more dry than wet, make a cup of tea to go with it and you are set for the afternoon or evening.
I don’t know where robins go during the winter. South? I don’t remember seeing them around our yard back home. They are carnivorous, rather than seed-eaters and, since the worms are far into the frozen ground, early bird or not, there would be none to pull out and devour.
Same with our friend the dormouse; it’s a European beast, perhaps as a big as a squirrel at best and, as a rodent, will find its own hiding-place with no difficulty at all.
But for us, as I write this (2:42pm) the first flakes of a possibly big storm have just begun to fall.
posted by Tom Carten at 2:22 PM
2 Comments:
The robins are here in Florida pooping all over my newly waxed truck!...its like a Hitchcock movie with acid rain tainted "bombs"...they migrate here and appear to be followed by my "Valley friends" looking to thaw out...of course I wouldn't mind an unexpected snow-day off...so I'll just shut up and appreciate what I have...
We're expecting more than 1" of snow in my area (latest ever for that amount) and the forecasters are making it sound like a big deal.
It's Winter! Snow happens in Winter! One-three inches overnight, and the same amount tomorrow, and they're talking like the world is coming to an end.
Sheesh.
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