Act 2, Scene 1
William Shakespeare
Enter a FAIRY at one door
and ROBIN GOODFELLOW [PUCK]
at another.
PUCK:How now, spirit! whither wander you?
Fairy: Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favors,
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
- JUST BLOOMED TODAY
- GARDEN UPDATE
- GARDEN READ: THE MAGIC OF A MIDSUMMER NIGHT
- FAUNA
- GARDEN GIGGLE
- WHAT IN THE WORLD? OVER THE FENCE
- FEEDBACK
GARDEN UPDATE
Got up late today so I was forced to endure scorching heat as I watered= guess that'll teach me!
Had a lovely Father's Day, hope all of you did, too.
Starting a new feature today~GARDEN READ. I will be sharing articles and book exerpts in stages, so be sure to tune in to read the entire story! It will include a note about the author as well. If you like this new feature, I'd love to hear about it!
GARDEN READ:THE MAGIC OF A MIDSUMMER NIGHT(Editor's Note: This is a series of a 1961 article first published in the magazine AUDUBON ).
By Jean Craighead George
About the author: Jean Craigshead George has to date published 102 books about nature, mostly for young readers. She recently died on May 15, 2012, at age 92 from a stroke.Her father was an entomologist for the United States Forest Service, and the family often accompanied him on trips into the field. (Her brothers, John and Frank, grew up to become prominent naturalists who studied grizzly bears). Over her literary lifetime, she was the recepient of the Newberry Award for Excellence for several of her novels. In her personal lifetime she kept over 173 pets, not including dogs and cats. She incorporated a lot of these into her stories.
The maddest, most marvelous night of the year is Midsummer Night. As the earth turns, it falls on August 6, midway between the summer solstice (June 21) and the first day of autumn. But for the insects, the birds and the beasts, it is the many warm nights in late July and August, when the sun sits not far below the horizon and keeps the natural world up and shouting.
Most of us, only vaguely aware of these shatterpated nights, miss their vibrant impact. Believing that we cannot see in the dark (actually, after about 45 minutes of adjustment, the human eye can see almost as well an owl's and better than a rabbit) we are content to sit outside on a hot summer evening, slapping mosquitoes, only to retire precisely when things are warming up. So it was with my husband and me until a scientist friend urged us to go out in the dark and 'see' how exquisitely nature equips her creations for the night.
"One way to see better," he said, "is to pick out a single sound and follow it to its source."
So one summer night, we concentrated on an individual sound out of that tin-pan jazz of a July evening. It was a zany cat-purring that emanated from our windowsill. We turned the flashlight in the direction of the sound. It ceased, we waited; it commenced, we crept forward...until we reached the concert artist, a small gray-and-green frog, the common tree frog found throughout the Eastern United States. In the dark, he had crept to our window to lash out his tongue at insects flying for the light. From the apple tree, and even from our mailbox, came the voices of his kinsmen.
We picked him up and uncovered the mystery of how this land frog can reach odd places where he does not have to compete with other frogs for food. His feet are sticky. He can hang by one adhesive toe or climb on almost any surface- especially when he moves in the dew moisture of the night.
Tune in tomorrow for more of our Garden Read!
Got up late today so I was forced to endure scorching heat as I watered= guess that'll teach me!
Had a lovely Father's Day, hope all of you did, too.
Starting a new feature today~GARDEN READ. I will be sharing articles and book exerpts in stages, so be sure to tune in to read the entire story! It will include a note about the author as well. If you like this new feature, I'd love to hear about it!
GARDEN READ:THE MAGIC OF A MIDSUMMER NIGHT(Editor's Note: This is a series of a 1961 article first published in the magazine AUDUBON ).
By Jean Craighead George
About the author: Jean Craigshead George has to date published 102 books about nature, mostly for young readers. She recently died on May 15, 2012, at age 92 from a stroke.Her father was an entomologist for the United States Forest Service, and the family often accompanied him on trips into the field. (Her brothers, John and Frank, grew up to become prominent naturalists who studied grizzly bears). Over her literary lifetime, she was the recepient of the Newberry Award for Excellence for several of her novels. In her personal lifetime she kept over 173 pets, not including dogs and cats. She incorporated a lot of these into her stories.
The maddest, most marvelous night of the year is Midsummer Night. As the earth turns, it falls on August 6, midway between the summer solstice (June 21) and the first day of autumn. But for the insects, the birds and the beasts, it is the many warm nights in late July and August, when the sun sits not far below the horizon and keeps the natural world up and shouting.
Most of us, only vaguely aware of these shatterpated nights, miss their vibrant impact. Believing that we cannot see in the dark (actually, after about 45 minutes of adjustment, the human eye can see almost as well an owl's and better than a rabbit) we are content to sit outside on a hot summer evening, slapping mosquitoes, only to retire precisely when things are warming up. So it was with my husband and me until a scientist friend urged us to go out in the dark and 'see' how exquisitely nature equips her creations for the night.
"One way to see better," he said, "is to pick out a single sound and follow it to its source."
So one summer night, we concentrated on an individual sound out of that tin-pan jazz of a July evening. It was a zany cat-purring that emanated from our windowsill. We turned the flashlight in the direction of the sound. It ceased, we waited; it commenced, we crept forward...until we reached the concert artist, a small gray-and-green frog, the common tree frog found throughout the Eastern United States. In the dark, he had crept to our window to lash out his tongue at insects flying for the light. From the apple tree, and even from our mailbox, came the voices of his kinsmen.
We picked him up and uncovered the mystery of how this land frog can reach odd places where he does not have to compete with other frogs for food. His feet are sticky. He can hang by one adhesive toe or climb on almost any surface- especially when he moves in the dew moisture of the night.
Tune in tomorrow for more of our Garden Read!
GARDEN GIGGLE
What's green and dangerous?
A frog with a hand-grenade.
What do you say to a hitch-hiking frog?
Hop in!
What happens when two frogs collide?
They get tongue tied!
What kind of shoes do frogs wear?
Open toad!
What do frogs do with paper?
Rip-it!
How does a frog feel when he has a broken leg?
Unhoppy.
Why did the frog read Sherlock Holmes?
He liked a good croak and dagger.
What happened to the frog's car when his parking meter expired?
It got toad!!
FAUNA
WHAT IN THE WORLD? OVER THE GARDEN FENCE
On today in American history, people in gardens everywhere were talking about:
1812: America and Great Britain begin the War of 1812
1815: Napoleon was defeated at the Battle of Waterloo
1940: Hitler and Mussolini meet in Munich
1960: Arnold Palmer wins the U.S. Open
1965: SAC B-52's used for the first time in South Vietnam
1983: Astronaut Sally Ride became the first American woman in space
1984: Controversial Radio Host Alan Berg was gunned down by the leader of a neo-Nazi organization
2012: Rodney King dies in Rialto, California
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