Backward brain slowly notices the nursery rhyme setting the rhythm for my walk around the Galatyn trail. Backward brain wonders about the chicken or the egg. First? Seeing bark everywhere? OR the rhythm?
Unwinding from the high-pressure multi-gabilliozon-dollar world of a Montessori spring festival set designer. Oh! The glitter! The press! The enquiring minds! Holy cow.
But back to the bark. Om. It's unseasonably warm and dang muggy on the trail. I'm getting a bad case of sweaty cap hair. This trail is a little "gem" preserved between a telecom business district and the DART light-rail train line.
Hark, hark, the dogs do bark!
Beggars are coming to town,
Some in rags, some in tags,
And some in velvet gown.
What does this mean??? For answers, I checked here. And it was "some in rags, some in jags" in early versions. Jags are those slashings in the sleeves of Tudor costumes!
That is all the pondering for now. Happy walking!
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