Little Ida’s Flowers

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  “MY poor flowers are quite dead!” said little Ida. “They were so pretty yesterday, and now all the leaves hang withered. Why do they do that? . . . Why do the flowers look so faded to-day?” she asked again, and showed him a nosegay, which was quite withered.  “Do you know what’s the matter with them?” said the Student. “The flowers have been at a ball last night, and that’s why they hang their heads.”  “But flowers cannot dance!” cried little Ida. “O yes,” said the Student, “when it grows dark, and we are asleep, they jump about merrily. Almost every night they have a ball.” —Hans Christian Andersen. (1805–1875)

Christian Island

“Tall and strong she slips along,

I sing for her a song,

and she leans into the wind.

She's a good old boat and she'll stay afloat,

through the toughest gail and keep smilin',

and when the summer ends we will rest again,

in the lee of Christian Island.


And when the summer ends we will rest again,

in the lee of Christian Island.”


(“Christian Island” by Gordon Lightfoot)