Today

(Springtime in the Village by Daniel Garber, 1880-1958,
American Impressionist painter)

“Oh, there are a lot more cherry trees all in bloom! This Island is the bloomiest place. I just love it already, and I’m so glad I’m going to live here. I’ve always heard that Prince Edward Island was the prettiest place in the world, and I used to imagine I was living here, but I never really expected I would. It’s delightful when your imaginations come true, isn’t it?”

~ Anne Shirley, as she arrived in Avonlea from the orphanage, to be adopted by Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert, from the novel Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery

TODAY

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

~ Billy Collins, born 1941, American poet

Try to Remember

(Tohickon by Daniel Garber, 1880-1958, American painter)

(The carefree hours of summer vacation are over. As the days become shorter and cooler, the air turns wistful. It is time for some autumnal reflections.)

This song is a highlight of the Broadway musical The Fantasticks. The plot is a variation on the reverse psychology gambit perpetrated by Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer one Saturday when he tired of whitewashing the fence.

“Oh, come now, you don’t mean to let on that you like it?” [Ben asked Tom.]

The brush continued to move.

“Like it?” [Tom said.] “Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?”

That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth — stepped back to note the effect — added a touch here and there — criticized the effect again — Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:

“Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little.”

In The Fantasticks, to bring about a romance between a young couple, their parents build a wall to keep them apart.

To listen to a performance by Jerry Orbach of the original Broadway cast in 1962, click on this link (you may have to cut and paste):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycPoxZ1NPBY&feature=related

TRY TO REMEMBER

Try to remember the kind of September
when life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
when grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
when you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember and if you remember, then follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender
that no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
that dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
that love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember, then follow.

Deep in December it’s nice to remember
although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December it’s nice to remember
without the hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December it’s nice to remember
the fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow.

~ Tom Jones, born 1928, American lyricist, and Harvey Schmidt, born 1929, American composer