In Just

On days like today, everyone should read E.E. Cummings' lovely poem, "in Just":

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little lame baloonman


whistles far and wee


and eddyandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring


when the world is puddle-wonderful


the queer
old baloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing


from hop-scotch and jump-rope and


it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed


baloonMan whistles
far
and
wee





I am sitting on my tiny, pretty balcony with Maggie besides me. I just spent an action-packed and fun few days with Mum and Cathy before seeing them off this morning. More on that later. The weather here has been sunshiney all week and spring is enticingly close... And Maggie and I are about to go eat lunch.

Today is a day as Cummings described.