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Poem for Thursday and Chihuly in the Garden

Ducks' Ditty
By Kenneth Grahame

All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!

Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!

Slushy green undergrowth
Where the roach swim—
Here we keep our larder,
Cool and full and dim.

Everyone for what he likes!
We like to be
Heads down, tails up,
Dabbling free!

High in the blue above
Swifts whirl and call—
We are down a-dabbling
Up tails all!


Adam worked late so many days that he didn't need to arrive until mid-morning on Wednesday, so I drove him there, then did chores and worked on an article until late afternoon, when I was summoned to assist in a Bethesda Tyranitar raid after winning a Lugia raid with a new group of people on the far side of Rockville (well worth it since we won and I caught them both). The neighbor who is house- and cat-sitting for us next week had arrived when I got back and we played with cats together for an hour.

Shutterfly had free magnets, so I made a few of those as gifts. After dinner, we all started watching the Carolina Panthers-Houston Texans preseason football game, then switched to The Story of Diana, though we realized midway through that we were going to miss the second part which is pre-empted here for the Ravens-Redskins preseason game tomorrow. Here are some more photos of the Chihuly exhibit at the New York Botanical Gardens because so many people seem to like Chihuly glass!








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