who likes the rain ….

. Who Likes The Rain? 
“I,” said the duck. “I call it fun,
 For I have my red rubbers on; 
They make a little three-toed track, 
In the soft, cool mud, – quack! quack!”   
“I!” cried the dandelion. “I!
 My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry.” 
And she lifted a tousled yellow head

The Ritual of Lunch

….. there is something ever so slightly wicked about lunch, bringing with it the heady tang of forbidden fruit. (Keith Waterhause in The Theory And Practice Of Lunch) Just as a starter, or a condiment to the aperitif, there is your local fortune teller. He keeps the conversation going until everybody is comfortable and resigned to…