Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for May 09, 2021

Janis has heard all Arlo’s lines.

I believe she needs a HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.

I read the original. To enjoy it you’ll need an appreciation of Olde English. JJ’s version is the gist. Must add May was made for Mother’s Day, and vice versa. Thank the Lord for Mothers.

I wishing all the Mom’s here a very Happy Mother’s Day!

For I’m to be Queen of the May, mother . . . To quote old misery-guts (he lived just down the road from me.)

Well that took a dark turn.

Love this adaptation of the poem!

And from 1649-1660, going a-Maying might get you imprisoned, or even executed.

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James 2:24

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. – Robert Herrick, 1591-1674

“If you can’t manage, maybe less” makes more sense. Unless it is “if you can manage to come out with less than a dress…” That’s why I don’t like poetry. There’s too much to analyze. I’d rather read a technical specification :D

And we all know what the May pole symbolizes, right, Arlo? Wink wink, nudge nudge…

J took A’s baloney and made herself a sammich.

Janis may be dismissive of Arlo, but at least she’s not on her smart phone for once.

Hooray, hooray, the First of May! Outdoor…. oh never mind.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

Corinna’s Going a-Maying

By Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark

How each field turns a street, each street a park

Made green and trimm’d with trees : see how

Devotion gives each house a bough

Or branch : each porch, each door ere this

An ark, a tabernacle is,

Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove ;

As if here were those cooler shades of love.

Can such delights be in the street

And open fields and we not see’t ?

Come, we’ll abroad ; and let’s obey

The proclamation made for May:

And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;

But, my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.

(This is only one verse of longer poem to give a taste of the original.)

Must be nice. Here, May is the month of high humidity and hordes of hungry, hungry mosquitoes. June, for all its heat, will dry up both the air and the mosquitoes.

Jimmy really pulled the wool over the editor’s eyes today.

“Corinna’s Going A-Maying” joins a long line of male poetry begging women to come outside and “do it” already.

That’s why we see my man Arlo tossing a “pebble” at Janis’ window. Unfortunately the window breaks and Janis displays some displeasure. But Janis comes around and joins Arlo for an outdoor picnic (and love fest?). That’s why she indicates that she has heard “that line” plenty of times before. From hubby Arlo and …?

http://www.holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/May/national-outdoor-intercourse-day.htm

Where does Jimmy come up with these poems!

What’s the gist, amorist?

(*  ⌣ʖ*)

Get up from bed, your coffee pour, it’s rained all night, now’s raining more. "Love you Mom’,but not out loud, for Mom now dwells above the clouds….May’s still playing hide and go seek, she might come a-welcoming some time next week.

Going a-Maying isn’t a celebration of Mothers’ Day. It’s a way to become a mother.

I love realizing Arlo broke the window, haha!

“Maying” was part of the Celtic celebration of Beltane (or Beltaine), a holiday observed on April 30 – May 1. (Celts measured days from sunset to sunset.) The literal meaning of Beltane is “lucky fire”, and the celebrants would build a bonfire and perform rituals to insure a successful growing season and protection for their livestock that they were about to release to pasture. Exactly 6 months later, on Oct. 31 – Nov. 1, was the holiday of Samhain (the forerunner of modern Halloween), when bonfires would once again be built but now the livestock would be brought down from pasture and slaughtered, so that the meat could be preserved for the winter.

Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes, by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins, comrades and friends – but only one mother in the whole world.~ Kate Douglas Wiggin

How about this from Big Joe Turner circa 1952…Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands. Get in that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans. Opener from Shake, rattle and Roll. Don’t think that would work today.

Obviously, Arlo offers the “gist” of various things quite often to Janis.

Hooray, hooray tis the first of May,outdoor sex begins today!

From Camelot – GUENEVERE:Tra la! It’s May! The lusty month of May!That darling month when ev’ryone throws Self-control away.It’s time to do A wretched thing or two,And try to make each precious day One you’ll always rue!It’s May! It’s May! The month of “yes you may,”The time for ev’ry frivolous whim, Proper or “im.”It’s wild! It’s gay! A blot in ev’ry way.The birds and bees with all of their vast Amorous pastGaze at the human race aghast, The lusty month of May.

I like the poem and the sentiment, but unfortunately today/year is not the day for it. It’s been raining icy cold rain here for about 4 days now, and four days ago I threw out my back doing yard work. I’ve been sedentary ever since. I did, however, manage to make my wife breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day, though.

Love life or hate it, either way to appreciate it you had to have a Mother. God bless them…

“Roses are red, violets are purple, I love you better than maple surple….Happy Mother’s Day.”

Moms are hot!