Tu- Whoo, Tu-whit, Tu Whoo

Winter When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When Blood is nipped and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-who; Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-who; Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. William Shakespeare

 My cherished and unconventional mother had us memorize this poem as children.  I love the musicality of it... its potent images....but then, it is the Bard.   

 The poem still resonates now that we are having the coldest winter ( and perhaps wettest) winter recorded in 40 years here on the Riviera.   Still it is only 50 F today so we can hardly complain.

 I found this interesting fact on the blog of my good friend, Gail.     Take a look at her Best of Nice Blog        :http://www.bestofniceblog.com  . 

 Her site is a good way to weed through all the sports and neighborhood news and get the kernels of the Nice Matin, our local paper ....and with her characteristic humor and sense of irony thrown in.