I adore public sculptures of all kinds, but I have a soft spot for sculptures of people. (Remember one of my favorites, Magdalene?) Today J and I were at a park that I hadn’t explored before, and we came across this beautiful sculpture of a little girl.
I said, “Look…she has a pocketful of posies.”
He replied (a little too happily, if you ask me), “Oh, well, THAT’S bad news.”
“Ring around the rosy
A pocket full of posies
‘Ashes, Ashes’
We all fall down!”
(If you don’t know the supposed meaning of this verse, click here to understand why J was happily “doomsday” about the little girl’s flowers.)
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Yeah, they don’t teach that part of it in preschool (yet!!!)
A couple more years and the preschoolers will probably just look it up on their iPads.
Truly, the most morbid sing-song EVER.
Right? Amazing how “happy” it sounds when you’re a carefree little kid.
The peeps and I watch some documentary that explained the meanings of so many of those old nursery rhythms. Kinda morose really. The pic with J and the little girl is cute though.
Thanks, I thought so too: they’re both adorable. 🙂