After Sunday's column on daffodils, a reader named Gil Osgood sent me the Wordsworth poem entitled, simply, "Daffodils."
I wondered why I had never run across this gem before. It just Says It, which good poetry ought to do.
A young writer-lady from New York named Angela Zehr sent me an old story by William E. Barton called The Millionaire and the Scrublady.
There is a certian Millionaire, who hath his Offices on the Second Floor of the First National Bank Building. And when he goeth up to his Offices he rideth in the Elevator, but when he goeth down, he walketh.
I do love stories, and especially old ones.
Then, Nature and a sunny day sent me a little chickadee who spent most of three days attacking his reflection in my office window in wild displays of flapping, pounding, and fluttering. "More skull than brains," was Ben's assessment of this determined creature. I can only imagine what the bird's wife had to say. She'd come by now and then and sit in the bare branches of the camellia bush to check on him and keep him company as he rested from another round.
As Mrs. Chickadee watched Mr., you could sort of sense the mounting tension in their marriage as the look on her face said, "Aren't you about DONE?" and, "Seriously, let's just go HOME." He always insisted he just needed one more round and he would win for sure--he was pretty sure the bird in the window was getting tired.
But Mrs. Chickadee had apparently read my friend Dorcas Stutzman's new book, Trust or Control,* so she wouldn't stay around and nag but instead left him to his fighting and calmly flew off to meet a friend for coffee in the redwood tree.
*Yet another thing I was sent, out of the blue, by someone just being nice.
And I got my best shot ever of a wild bird.
The final happy item I was sent was a text from my sister Margaret, which is always entertaining. The background for this one is the post from January of 2013 in which I described going shopping at "Lizzie Wenger's," her Dutchy neighbor in Pennsylvania with all the barns and sheds full of STUFF. I thought it qualified as:
Quote of the Day:
"I noticed yesterday shopping at Lizzy's that the regulator for the pressure cooker must be easy to steal...there was a note taped on top...SEE ME FOR THE CHICKLER."