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Monday, May 10. 2021

Monday Verse: When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d


Photo via our internet friend Muffy. I sort-of wish I had a New England home like that, but I am a happy American nevertheless, with our lilacs in sweet bloom.







I link Walt Whitmans' remarkable poem.  Really, his best in my view.


The bird he refers to is the Catbird. Yesterday morning before church I heard a Rose-Breasted Grosbeak calling, and looked around, Nope. It was a Catbird. Mimic thrush. Fooled me.


Posted by Bird Dog in Saturday Verse at 19:20 | Comments (3) | Trackbacks (0)

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My New England childhood home had lilacs around the shed that used to be the outhouse. IIRC, it was in use until the installation of central plumbing sometime in the '30s. My father stored our lawnmowers there.

It was not a unisex outhouse, as it had two sides- though it was lost to the shadows of history which side was which. The seats remained- at least some of them were still open. IIRC, on one side of the shed they had been planked over.
#1 Gringo on 2021-05-10 21:43 (Reply)
Blue-jays can do a perfect imitation of a red-tailed hawk.
I've witnessed it.
#2 u.k.(us) on 2021-05-11 16:15 (Reply)
Was that catbird sitting in the catbird seat?
#3 Bob on 2021-05-11 21:46 (Reply)

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