Charlie, Eldy and I golfed at 8:00am this morning while there was some cloud cover, no wind and nice temperature. By the time I got home from 10:00am Coffee it had warmed up to nearly 90 degrees. There were a few brief showers in the area but not in our community. I did some "hose watering" in an effort to keep our flowers and tomato plants alive but we are letting the lawn go dormant. As I held the hose on the Impatience plants, for no good reason, the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" came to mind. It might have been prompted by the desperate situation we are in because of the drought with 25 days since a rain, but the words came to mind:
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean.
Water, water every where, and all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink."
We studied the "Rhyme" in HS and were required to memorize a few stanzas. It was written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge in 1897. The "story" involves a sailing ship that had drifted into the Antarctic area and was led out by an Albatross. The "Mariner" eventually shot the bird and hung it around the Mariners neck by the ships crew. The expression of someone "having an Albatross around his neck" probably stems from Coleridge's Rhyme. The weather forecast for the next week is 7 days of at or near 100 degrees and little chance of any rain. Is that an Albatross, or what??
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