Sunday Kipling

Blogger is giving me fits this morning. Let's see if this works.

 Lu is down sick this morning so it'll be a quiet day around here. Nothing serious, just feeling poorly. She'll be back on her feet soon I am sure. Too much cheering and support from yesterday no doubt. She's a trooper that one. I'll be cleaning guns and gear. I shoulda done it yesterday but, as I've often said, I'm pretty lazy :)

We're enjoying our last few days with The DO and the kids before they have to fly home on Thursday. The house always seems so big and empty after they leave.

I hope you all have a great day. A day full of joy and good companionship. A day of love and hope. May The Good Lord bless and keep you all my friends.
Six

Something light and silly this morning.

Cuckoo Song

(Spring begins in southern England on the 14th April, on which date the Old Woman lets the Cuckoo out of her basket at Heathfield Fair -- locally known as Heffle Cuckoo Fair.)

Tell it to the locked-up trees,
Cuckoo, bring your song here!
Warrant, Act and Summons, please,
For Spring to pass along here!
Tell old Winter, if he doubt,
Tell him squat and square -- a!
Old Woman!
Old Woman!
Old Woman's let the Cuckoo out
At Heffle Cuckoo Fair -- a!

March has searched and April tried --
'Tisn't long to May now.
Not so far to Whitsuntide
And Cuckoo's come to stay now!
Hear the valiant fellow shout
Down the orchard bare -- a!
Old Woman!
Old Woman!
Old Woman's let the Cuckoo out
At Heffle Cuckoo Fair -- a!

When your heart is young and gay
And the season rules it --
Work your works and play your play
'Fore the Autumn cools it!
Kiss you turn and turn-about,
But, my lad, beware -- a!
Old Woman!
Old Woman!
Old Woman's let the Cuckoo out
At Heffle Cuckoo Fair -- a!