Wise Man and Wise Woman
It is said, fine before seven rains before eleven.
‘Poppycock! Poppycock! Come in and eat your breakfast.’ The wise man hesitated in mid rock in his chair. It was the wise woman calling. Time to leave the anticipation of the early morning sunrise. The day was indeed fine before seven. Yet the wise woman had insisted on the washing being pegged on the line to dry. The fence needed painting and the seeds sowing. It would be fine the whole day the wise woman insisted. The sort of day when all those useful outdoors jobs could be achieved. A beautiful sunny morning in the garden followed, and the washing dried on the line. Work well done, the wise man rested again in his chair. Predictions sometimes fail.
It is said, when cows sit down it is going to rain.
‘Poppycock! Poppycock! Come in and eat your lunch.’ The wise man hesitated in mid rock in his chair. It was the wise woman calling. Time to leave watching the cows, sitting chewing their cud. Not one standing he noted. Fresh baked bread, mature cheese and golden butter were soon passing between their plates and a good meal filled their bellies. The wise man announced he would sit inside and carve the wooden spoon the wise woman needed. The wise woman nodded, but felt that an afternoon fishing on the lake would be more enjoyable. It was going to be a fine sunny afternoon as well, too good to waste by sitting inside. The wise man thought of the cows but agreed to the fishing trip. Sure enough, they had a grand afternoon, even gained a suntan glow. Predictions sometimes fail.
It is said, if the sun has a halo around it and there are four rainbows in the four directions within this halo, the earth will change.
‘Poppycock! Poppycock! Come in and eat your supper.’ The wise man hesitated in mid rock in his chair. It was the wise woman calling. Time to leave the comfort of the setting sun and its halo. He turned to say goodbye to the tall pines, their scent filling the dew-laden dusk. On the lakeside the geese pecked their last meal of grass and in the cover of bushes and tangled briars a deer could be glimpsed stepping into the open pasture for a final drink. Darkness swept over the countryside at the day's end and the wise man entered the comfortable home. Sweet aromas, spiced aromas, the heat of a hot oven and steaming saucepans filled the room. The wise man smiled in happy satisfaction, appreciating the wise woman’s skills. He took one last look at the earth, then closed the curtains, put another log on the fire and helped bring seven bowls filled with all things delicious to the table.
It is said; two predictions out of three always fail.
The wise man empties
The hoover, before he cleans
The wise man cleans
The grate, before he lights
The wise man checks
The heat before he runs
Most of all,
The wise man does not
Argue with the dog next door,
The cat trying to steal his plate of ham,
Or his wife,
When she says it is his turn to do the washing up.
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