"The day is cold, dark and dreary..........

[Bob Wright]

The day is cold, dark and dreary,
It rains, and the wind is never weary......

So goes a poem I had to memorize in grade school, the author of which I have long since forgotten. It goes on that his life was cold, dark and dreary, which always made me feel sort of sad for him. Reckon he never had a Ruger revolver, nor a spirited horse between his knees. Nor had he a loving wife or raised a child.

But today marks the first of March, which always comes after February. Trees are blooming out, the tulip poplars, forsythia, and buttercups are blooming now. And its official, February 2018 has been the wettest month on record, breaking a record set in 1948. Last night rainfall for the month was 13.02", where 4.62" is average. My front yard sort of reminds me of a rice paddy in Korea now.

I guess I'm just a born optimist.............Our choir at church sings a song with the line "It's Friday, but Sunday's coming..........."

Bob Wright


P.S. Went back and looked it up, it is by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

 

[Skidboot]

Be still sad heart and cease repining,
behind each cloud is the sun still shining...

I memorized it, too.

 

[blackhawknj]

Winter is icumen in
Lhude sing Godamm
Raineth drop and staineth slop
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing:Godamm
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us
An ague hath my ham
Freezeth river, turneth liver
Damn you sing: Godamm
"Ancient Music" by Ezra Pound.

 

[Tom W]

Well, It's my oldest son's 45th birthday.... whoodathunkit?

 

[steveodtw]

Well, It's my oldest son's 45th birthday.... whoodathunkit?

My oldest son's 50th, yesterday. Let's have a drink on that!

 

[Bear Paw Jack]

Bob, It's Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

 

[Tom W]

My wife's son's birthday was the 28, also....

 

[Bob Wright]

Awwww, Man! Just when I was getting into a rainy-day funk mood, today dawns bright and sunny!

Funk is fleeting.

Bob Wright