Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Who said clouds are lonely?
I wandered o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of nimbostratus clouds . . .
When we had to memorize this poem in 5th grade, I asked if Wordsworth lived in a dry climate when he wrote this poem.
Ah well. It's the second wettest year here in NE Ohio. And by the end of the month 2011 might be in first place . . .
I mean to say, we are having cloud cocktail parties, cloud conventions, cloud Occupy-Youngstown seasons . . .
And my dogs hate it!