“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees
on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
~ John Lubbock
Summer Heat Wave
I have always loved a good summer heat wave, but its been so hot here lately, that even I’ve been dreaming about cooler weather. Leave it to Little Danbo, though, to figure out how best to enjoy this heat wave—he spent the whole of the afternoon cloud-watching as he dreamily floated about in his new makeshift swimming pool.
I suspected something was up when I returned home from running a few errands this afternoon and discovered the kitchen in a bit of disarray—the door to my casserole dish cupboard had been left open, I was missing a few bowls, a large wooden spoon and a cast iron frying pan, and there was a trail of water drops leading from the kitchen sink to the balcony garden. I followed the trail out to the garden where I discovered that the Danbo Brothers had built themselves a swimming pool on the top of my patio table.
Somehow, the boys had hoisted my favourite casserole dish to the tabletop using a surprisingly sophisticated pulley system constructed entirely out of old wooden spools, sewing bobbins, kitchen twine and my cast iron frying pan (which hung as part of the mechanism, serving as the perfect counterweight). How exactly they filled the pool is still a bit of a mystery (though I did notice that my new copper watering can was out of place).
Although I’m certain that Big Danbo had a sizable hand in the pool project, he dealt with the heat differently (probably due to his experience with the Hawaiian sun), opting to stay cool indoors, seated next to an oscillating fan, reading Ladybugs of Alberta, by John Acorn.
“Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy.
To do nothing and have it count for something.
To lie in the grass and count the stars.
To sit on a branch and study the clouds.”
~ Regina Brett
“To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—.”
~ Emily Dickinson
“The sky is that beautiful old parchment
in which the sun and the moon keep their diary.”
~ Alfred Kreymborg
“You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.”
~Henry David Thoreau
“The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”
~ Bertrand Russell
Hamlet: “Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel?”
Polonius: “By th’ mass and ’tis, like a camel indeed.”
Hamlet: “Methinks it is like a weasel.”
Polonius: “It is backed like a weasel.”
Hamlet: “Or like a whale.”
Polonius: “Very like a whale.”
~ William Shakespeare
To find out who the Danbo Brothers are and how they came into my life, check out my previous post: Meet the Danbo Brothers.
For more Danbo Adventures, see The Danbo Brothers Category
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