OK, first apology it’s been a long time since a posting.  I promise to be more vigilant in postings.

Second, yet another fascinating photo on panda research… it’s not like I have a think for pandas… but these photos are just awesome.

And, finally, incongruous…

I had downloaded a recording of poems on the theme of nature… don’t ask, long story.  In any case, it is a beautiful spring evening.  So, I grabbed my iPod and decided to listen to nature poetry as I walked along the fields and parkland by my parent’s house.  Think rolling meadows lined with woods and you might have the picture.  I kept the volume low so that while listening to Shelley’s To a Skylark, the stanzas were mixed with the live sound of evening birdsong.  I strolled through the park enjoying the warmth of the setting sun, the cool of evening drifting out of the woods, and the magic hour that casts a golden glow on the fields.  The birds were wheeling around the sky, the clouds were scattered and sparse, and rabbits and ground hogs were scurrying along the paths.  In the distance, I noticed a young woman peacefully reading a book in the evening light.  As I ambled along the path, enjoying the “…sound of vernal showers on the twinkling grass…” I noticed that her book was entitled, “Why Men Like Bitches: From Doormat to Dream Girl.”  Insert sound effect here as my head does an internal double take and shakes the glorious words of Shelley out and tries to process Sherry… Argov that is, the author of this evidently top-selling book.

How does one go from the joyous song of the skylark to the bitterness of a woman scorned?  As Shelley says, “Thou lovest, but ne’er knew love’s sad satiety.”  Contrast that to the sad reality given by Sherry, “Look don’t be a doormat.”  Oh dear.  Frankly I prefer the skylark.

As ever,

K. Quinn