Sunday, March 29, 2020
Yes I've always loved e e cummings' celebration of this time of the year, when it's "Just spring" and there are lots of mud-luscious puddles:
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
I certainly remember as a little girl the whole thrill of making mud pies and getting utterly filthy. I loved to sneak a little of my mother's furniture polish -- lemon oil -- and add a few judicious drops, much like I'd see her adding vanilla to the batter!!
Bringing out my own bag of marbles. My coloured hopscotch chalks. And my skipping rope too.
We had a pogo stick. And stilts. And roller skates: the kind that fastened to your shoes with a key worn around your neck on a string. And bicycles!!
No tin-whistled balloon man in my era: but as the weather warmed, most definitely an ice cream truck with seductive calliope music, generally timed to arrive just after an early supper. And yes: we were often indulged with ice cream cones.
Our kids also played in puddles, splashing and dancing around in their boots and rain coats.
Now it's Henry's first mud-luscious spring!!
He's a golden retriever and goldens are never happier than when they're wet and dirty. With all that plumy fur, they're absolutely designed to bring max mud indoors. Each and every time he asks to go out (ringing the bell). Come in (jumping on the glass door: then remembering to sit obediently.) And to go out (more energetic ringing of the bell!!) And to come in (small insistent yips . . . graduating to big bark bark bark bark BARKS!!)
Presenting his front paws to be wiped. Twirling and presenting his back paws: with maybe a few small gnawy bities mid twirl, nothing too serious. Very often jumping up on his hind legs, just in case he hasn't generously shared his mud enough. Kisses!!!
Yesterday DH, who does NOT share my views on how a kitchen floor should be cleaned (on hands and knees) went back to the grocery store (yes, social distancing . . . ) and bought a mop. A bucket. A jug of floor cleaner.
(Our cleaner has always brought her own equipment with her . . . ).
I cannot say how many times I have bought a mop during our 40+ years together. Now of course I'm waiting to see DH put HIS theory of floor cleaning into action!!!
And also reflecting to myself: it's quite likely ee cummings did not have a golden retriever. But if he did, perhaps he had someone else to clean the kitchen floor?
Hard to imagine ee on his hands and knees scrubbing, isn't it?? And if he did: perhaps he would have been a bit less rhapsodic on the mud-luscious??