May 18, 2016
“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
I saw this delightful birdhouse and birdfeeder in the yard of an old Victorian House while wandering the other day and stopped to laugh. I thought they belonged in Whoville, in Cindy Lou Who’s yard.
According to the book Horton Hears a Who!, the city of Whoville is located within a floating speck of dust which is then placed onto a clover flower by Horton the Elephant. I like that!!
The birdhouse was inhabited and the birdfeeder in use. As I laughed and photographed I thought I caught movement of a lace curtain in the house and imagined a wizened old face with wrinkles of mirth stealing a peek at this old lady who wandered stopped and laughed at her yard.
Robert Frost once wrote that if we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane, so laugh My Good Friends, laugh away!!