Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Whether The Weather Be Fine

...Or whether the weather be not - that is always the question in England. It's very seldom we have two days alike and I think that is part of the country's charm. It keeps you on your toes. If you are planning ahead, trying to sort the age old dilemma of 'What shall I wear?', to have any chance of a satisfactory conclusion, you need a wardrobe capable of disgorging clothes as varied as summer silks, through to winter woollies, with plenty of waterproofed items in between (of varied warmth factors) that are on permanent standby.
So much for our two inches of snow here the day before yesterday. We then got rain and grey, bleak vistas. Now this morning, the sun is shining happily and you'd never know a single snowflake had ever fallen.
Unfortunately, that is not the case with other parts of the land; further North, many places are still hampered by snow, with threat of more to come, and the South West also is liable to be deluged with it according to the forecasts. We may or may not be in for a second lot where I live - the middle line has a fifty fifty chance of being included in the East or West weather fronts! Therefore, while today's sunshine lights my world, I shall try to light Blogland with another ray of metaphorical brightness, and leave you with another little picture to laugh at.

Second Childhood

Things are never as bad as they seem
when the rain has been pouring down,
for wellington boots and puddles
can banish the biggest frown!
I often see Mums with children
giving puddles and such like wide berth,
but me, I head straight for the deepest -
they're the loveliest things on Earth!

Though I'm old enough (just) to know better
I splash through to my heart's delight,
engendering horror in passers by.
I suppose I do look a sight,
with my plastic mac a-flapping
and Wellingtons well to the fore
as I slowly savour those puddly ponds
like I did in days of yore
when age was not a handicap;
no one minded if I was uncouth
for in those dim and distant days
I had the excuse of youth!

16 comments:

  1. Lovely poem Jinksy. Yesterday my friend had to visit the specialist in Middlesbrough and, to quote her, she went dressed like Nanook of the North as where she lived had six inches of snow. When she got there it was a warm, sunny Spring day with no sign of snow! As you so rightly say - the vagiaries of English weather.

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  2. At first I wanted to say that you could use 'dementia' as an excuse but then thought that would be politically incorrect, so I left my first comment instead. Should you, however, suffer from a mild case of dementia (as I do, because I always forget to tick the box below the commentbox), I left you a comment on my blog to answer your comment. You might want to read it, because it will brighten your day even more!
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  3. See!?! Again I forgot. I will now subscribe by email. Goodbye!

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  4. Looks like The Doolally gang meet up again. Love the poem, well done......If only! Yes I too would like to go back to days when you weren't 'ODD' because you had a frivolous urge come upon you. I'd like to walk along walls again; I don't think I could manage a tree climb though, so a puddly dunk would just do fine.
    Love Granny
    (*!*)

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  5. Enjoyed your poem, Jinksy. Reminded me of Compo and his wellies, from Last of the Summer Wine. Who knows, if I had a good pair of wellies, I might stomp in a few puddles, myself!

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  6. Love the poem! And I love change, so i'm surprised to say that english weather suits me fine! LOL!

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  7. Fabulous poem! I could not agree with you more. Writing from the rainy northwestern U.S.

    Meredith Teagarden

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  8. Now this one I understood. I, however, an old person with a terrible fear of falling would never go running through a puddle. I might slide and fall.
    Nice poem for the old and brave.

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  9. I can't remember if I told you about OCEAN magazine - since you love the ocean so much (and rightly so! Being a pisces, I am pulled to water as well as my ancestors pulling me to mountain)...you may like this publication - Diane Buccheri does so much for our oceans. If I did tell you already - never mind *laugh*!

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  10. I love this poem, Jinksy! Next time it rains, I wonder if I will dare put on my gardening wellies and splodge gleefully through the puddles?!

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  11. Sounds just like our Melbourne weather!

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  12. You could be describing Oregon in this post! Never sure what the day will bring forth. Thanks for stopping by my blog! Glad to learn of a new (to me) blogger....and from England where I have met many of my card making friends on line!

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  13. Though I'm old enough (just) to know better
    I splash through to my heart's delight,
    engendering horror in passers by.
    I suppose I do look a sight,

    loved above lines

    Regards

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  14. Another goody! Love the layout too.

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  15. Sad to say that my puddle jumping days have ended after a bad fall and an elbow replacement due to slipping on water but it really was fun while it lasted. Congrats, my friend, on gettin' some lovin' from David.

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