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Daffodil

Daffodil

Haiku 277

A bright flash of skirts

 Differing shades of yellow

Daffy-down-dilly!

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I’m not sure how I remembered the phrase “Daffy-down-dilly” – (it must have been hiding in the depths of my childhood memories for more decades than I care to think about) – but once recalled, it was perfect, at five syllables, for a line in my haiku!

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post script: Daffy-down-dilly was first mentioned in a novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne in 1843.

The poem which I remember, is as follows:

Daffy-down-dilly

Has come to town

With a yellow petticoat

And a pretty green gown

 

Transformation!

Dew Drops on Weed

Haiku 263

With a little help

Even the lowliest weed

Can become transformed!

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The photo above is of a weed in my lawn, covered in sparkling dew drops. This would be frost, in a colder climate.

The other day I woke up to a silent, white world.

No, it hadn’t snowed (it doesn’t get cold enough in CT, except on top of the mountains!)

It was Fog! – or a low-lying cloud – same thing.

Misty Trees

I walked round the garden taking photos of the trees blending into the cloud in the distance.

It was much quieter than usual, as the mist deadened the sound of birdsong and traffic.

By lunchtime the sun came out and that was the end of the eerie white world.

Still, it was a marvellous *Misty Moisty Morning, while it lasted!

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*My Mum used to say this nursery rhyme to my kids when they were little.

 

One Misty Moisty Morning

Misty Morning

Misty Morning

Sunrise one winter’s morn.

Early morning mist like this is not common here in Cape Town, but does occur occasionally, showing we really are in the middle of winter.

Misty Morning 2

Misty Morning 2

Here the circular disc of the sun can be seen trying to shine through the mist, silhouetted by the bare grape vines.

The misty wintry scene reminded me of a nursery rhyme my mother used to say to my kids when they were young.

The version I remember goes like this –

One misty, moisty morning

When cloudy was the weather,

There I met an old man

Clothed all in leather.

He began to compliment

And I began to grin

How do you do and how do you do?

And how do you do again?

 

And she’d shake their hands while saying the ‘How do you do’s’. They loved it.

 

The rhyme I remember seems to be a mixture of two versions that I found at Songs & Rhymes.

There’s a whole lot of info you can find once you start looking, even for something as simple as an old nursery rhyme. You can read here the full length poem Misty, Moisty Morning or even learn about the history of leather clothing,

 

And all because, for an hour or so one morning, we had fog.