WE walked from our apartment down the Porzellangasse this evening to the Palais Liechtenstein, which has this lovely statue in the midst of a pond. The water runs from her jar at this angle, but in the back, the water comes out of a fish's mouth. The park surrounding the palace has giant old sycamore and blooming chestnut trees. There are two songbirds that hang out in the sycamores with the most musical, but distinct songs. I have no idea what they are. Not robins. I want one of them to be a lark. Remember, "Greet the day with a song"? I can't see them. I may have to get some binoculars.
A duck and six tiny ducklings swam by. Why are all babies so attractive?
Six little ducklings swimming in a pond,
Five were brown and one was blonde.
Oh excuse me, for a second I thought I was Rick Walton.
If I WERE Rick Walton, I'd have that published by five in the afternoon tomorrow.
I may be eating a leetle too much chocolate.