WOOF! WOOF! For RUTH
Sing praises of our Dr. Ruth
CCIs super vet, that’s the truth
She is not a vegetarian
But vhat a vonderful veterinarian
Callooh! Callay! Forsooth!
Callooh and Callay come from Lewis Carroll’s poem Jabberwocky. The Annotated Alice states that these words are from the Greek kalos meaning beautiful, good, or fair. Forsooth! It is Ruth!
Bobby has always been very special to me as he is the sire of my two of my breeder’s litters. His sons Kaden and Bauman, and Terrell fathered the other three. This tribute is to the tune of “Mother-M is for the …”
B is for the bounty of his breedings
O is for his obedience to his chore
B is for the black puppies oh so many
B is for the blond puppies by the score
Y is why, oh why, you ask we love him
EASY! He’s so special in so many ways
Put them all together they spell Bobby
That big, black, beautiful, bodacious stud muffin we celebrate today
Friday, June 18, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Book about Silvia Lange
The softcover book Silvia Prodan Lange: A Celebration of Her Life is on Shutterfly
http://silvialangephotobook.shutterfly.com/pictures/175
and can be viewed and purchased there, or you can purchase the book by contacting Bill or Wendy Dreskin at (415) 457-3949. For more information about the book, please see the April Blog Archive. Also, there is now available a DVD of the Silvia Lange Angel Island celebration on March 21,2010, created and produced by Aimy Wilbur. Please contact Bill or Wendy Dreskin if you would like a copy of this DVD.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
2009 Haiku
January 2, 2009
Over dry cliff side
Rainy day falls will soon leap
Welcome winter rains
January 5, 2009
Soft, warm sleep my dogs
Comma, exclamation point
Punctuate my bed
February 2, 2009 (Novato Field of Dogs)
Racing down the field
the ball! Then into the pool
Silvia at dog park
February 8, 2009 Highway 1 to Tomales
Twisting, turning road
Flanked by bright gold acacias
The miles flashing by
February 9, 2009
Chest rising, falling
Muffled sounds of sweet breathing
Let sleeping dogs lie
March 4, 2009 (Mountain View Cemetery)
White granite sparkles
Tulips all coming up
What a lovely place
March 9, 2009 (Canine Companions for Independence)
Beautiful blondes
Are they polar bears or dogs?
Momma, daughter, child
April 20, 2009
Wildflower garden
Maroon Indian Warriors
Soft yellow iris
May 13, 2009 Nicasio Valley Road
Suddenly blooming
Lupine in the alfalfa
Meadow purple haze
June 10, 2009
Speckled xylophone
Rising up proud in the woods
It does my heart good
July 10, 2009 Crepe myrtles - Marin Human Society
Lavender, pink, white
Where could they have been hiding?
Down South in Natchez?
April 10, 2009 Wendy's house in San Anselmo
Purple lavender
Violet, mauve periwinkle
Lilacs for Wendy
August 14, 2009
Long time Christmas wish
so lucky to have my dogs
I made it come true
October 14, 2009 Lucas Valley Road pumpkin patch
Corn stalks and straw bales
Pumpkins, pumpkins, more pumpkins
Bringing in the sheaves
November 2, 2009
Magic lantern slides
Conjuring up memories
Screen saver puppies
December 1, 2009 Bahia Open Space with Meandering class
Flock of water fowl
Fly upward in flurry
Sound of wings flapping
Over dry cliff side
Rainy day falls will soon leap
Welcome winter rains
January 5, 2009
Soft, warm sleep my dogs
Comma, exclamation point
Punctuate my bed
February 2, 2009 (Novato Field of Dogs)
Racing down the field
the ball! Then into the pool
Silvia at dog park
February 8, 2009 Highway 1 to Tomales
Twisting, turning road
Flanked by bright gold acacias
The miles flashing by
February 9, 2009
Chest rising, falling
Muffled sounds of sweet breathing
Let sleeping dogs lie
March 4, 2009 (Mountain View Cemetery)
White granite sparkles
Tulips all coming up
What a lovely place
March 9, 2009 (Canine Companions for Independence)
Beautiful blondes
Are they polar bears or dogs?
Momma, daughter, child
April 20, 2009
Wildflower garden
Maroon Indian Warriors
Soft yellow iris
May 13, 2009 Nicasio Valley Road
Suddenly blooming
Lupine in the alfalfa
Meadow purple haze
June 10, 2009
Speckled xylophone
Rising up proud in the woods
It does my heart good
July 10, 2009 Crepe myrtles - Marin Human Society
Lavender, pink, white
Where could they have been hiding?
Down South in Natchez?
April 10, 2009 Wendy's house in San Anselmo
Purple lavender
Violet, mauve periwinkle
Lilacs for Wendy
August 14, 2009
Long time Christmas wish
so lucky to have my dogs
I made it come true
October 14, 2009 Lucas Valley Road pumpkin patch
Corn stalks and straw bales
Pumpkins, pumpkins, more pumpkins
Bringing in the sheaves
November 2, 2009
Magic lantern slides
Conjuring up memories
Screen saver puppies
December 1, 2009 Bahia Open Space with Meandering class
Flock of water fowl
Fly upward in flurry
Sound of wings flapping
Friday, April 9, 2010
Poems for friends
ON HIS BLINDNESS
(With Apologies to Milton)
or
PURGE THE SPURGE!
There was a man, Miles Parker, who was Victorian-wise
He rescued a botanical which blinded both his eyes
The pain, it was exquisite He called for help with hope
The cops they were suspicious and searched him well for dope
The plant was a euphorbia so innocent and green
Not even a Venus Flytrap would have treated Miles so mean
Keep your euphorbia watered Don 't let it get quite dry
Or its milky, caustic substance will make you scream and cry
Euphorbia, euphorbia, a breed of weed so strange
Mole plant, poinsettia, and Crown of Thorns all fall within its range
"It could bother a gopher or mole and make him go away "
Have you seen a mole 's eyes lately? That's how they got that way
Euphorbus was a Greek physician but no antidote had he
So Miles yelled, "Eureeeeeeeeka! " just like Archimedes
Yes, artists can be disabled A fact so dread to utter
Beethoven with his deafness Demosthenes with his stutter
Paul Gaugin had syphilis and Vincent Van Gogh had fits
Toulouse Lautrec had stunted legs Miles Parker 's eyes were slits
His sight came back with a week which filled us with euphoria
A sadder, wiser man was Miles He's phobic for euphorbia
Silvia Lange Sometime in the Seventies San Diego
ON HER LEAVING
Camille, oh, Camille
Please heed our appeal
If your leaving you 'll repeal
We'll take you to Mobile
Actually to a street named Beale
For a scrumptious meal of veal
Maybe a creel full of eel
Are we hearing you squeal?
Deal? No deal?
Yes, we know how you feel
The Wheel, Wheel of Fortune, the Wheel
Grinds you down
You could over-keel
It's all so surreal
But soon you will heal
Church bells will peal
You'll dance till you reel
Do flip-flops head over heel
Your clothes you'll off-peel
To go swim with a seal
And then dressed all in teal
You'll approach your new job
With zeal!
.
Silvia Lange CHAMPUS 1996
(With Apologies to Milton)
or
PURGE THE SPURGE!
There was a man, Miles Parker, who was Victorian-wise
He rescued a botanical which blinded both his eyes
The pain, it was exquisite He called for help with hope
The cops they were suspicious and searched him well for dope
The plant was a euphorbia so innocent and green
Not even a Venus Flytrap would have treated Miles so mean
Keep your euphorbia watered Don 't let it get quite dry
Or its milky, caustic substance will make you scream and cry
Euphorbia, euphorbia, a breed of weed so strange
Mole plant, poinsettia, and Crown of Thorns all fall within its range
"It could bother a gopher or mole and make him go away "
Have you seen a mole 's eyes lately? That's how they got that way
Euphorbus was a Greek physician but no antidote had he
So Miles yelled, "Eureeeeeeeeka! " just like Archimedes
Yes, artists can be disabled A fact so dread to utter
Beethoven with his deafness Demosthenes with his stutter
Paul Gaugin had syphilis and Vincent Van Gogh had fits
Toulouse Lautrec had stunted legs Miles Parker 's eyes were slits
His sight came back with a week which filled us with euphoria
A sadder, wiser man was Miles He's phobic for euphorbia
Silvia Lange Sometime in the Seventies San Diego
ON HER LEAVING
Camille, oh, Camille
Please heed our appeal
If your leaving you 'll repeal
We'll take you to Mobile
Actually to a street named Beale
For a scrumptious meal of veal
Maybe a creel full of eel
Are we hearing you squeal?
Deal? No deal?
Yes, we know how you feel
The Wheel, Wheel of Fortune, the Wheel
Grinds you down
You could over-keel
It's all so surreal
But soon you will heal
Church bells will peal
You'll dance till you reel
Do flip-flops head over heel
Your clothes you'll off-peel
To go swim with a seal
And then dressed all in teal
You'll approach your new job
With zeal!
.
Silvia Lange CHAMPUS 1996
Angel Island Songs
COAST WALKERS FAREWELL
Tune: Maori Farewell WordS: Silvia Lange
Now is the hour when we must say farewell
... to you, Angel Island
Soon well be walking far beyond the sea
... to Land's End
While we're away, we will remember thee
When we return
... to Angel Island
We hope you're waiting here
June 1999 Angel Island Association
THE LEGEND OF MOUNT LIVERMORE
Composed on Site 1/15/1996 and Updated 12/4/1999 & 10/2008
Tune: On Top of Old Smokey (sob) Words: Silvia Lange
On top of Mount Livermore
All covered with fog
Our dear metal Christmas tree
Was felled like a log
The rain it was fearsome
The wind even more (100 mph)
To keep our Christmas tree standing
Would have been an impossible chore
Each Christmas we lit it
We had so much fun
With Boy Scouts and eggnog
And the carols we sung
We made it our symbol
To raise much needed bucks
But after the windstorm of '95
All we could say was, "Oh, shucks!"
Christmas is coming
And the geese are getting fat
But on top of Mount Livermore
Our Christmas tree lay flat
WAIT! The story's not over
What a glorious sight
Thanks to Industrial Light & Magic
Our new Christmas tree shone bright
On top of Mount Livermore
Here comes another verse
Though the windstorm was ferocious
The fire was much worse
It leapt up Mount Livermore
All the way to the top
As we watched on in horror, we cried
"Will it never stop?"
But Camp Reynolds, Fort McDowell,
Immigration Station, too
Were saved from destruction
By the brave firefighting crew
When the smoke had subsided
We found a casualty
Fried to a crisp
Was our poor Christmas tree
Now just like San Francisco
Angel Island survived fire
Come visit your Island
And linger awhile
Tune: Maori Farewell WordS: Silvia Lange
Now is the hour when we must say farewell
... to you, Angel Island
Soon well be walking far beyond the sea
... to Land's End
While we're away, we will remember thee
When we return
... to Angel Island
We hope you're waiting here
June 1999 Angel Island Association
THE LEGEND OF MOUNT LIVERMORE
Composed on Site 1/15/1996 and Updated 12/4/1999 & 10/2008
Tune: On Top of Old Smokey (sob) Words: Silvia Lange
On top of Mount Livermore
All covered with fog
Our dear metal Christmas tree
Was felled like a log
The rain it was fearsome
The wind even more (100 mph)
To keep our Christmas tree standing
Would have been an impossible chore
Each Christmas we lit it
We had so much fun
With Boy Scouts and eggnog
And the carols we sung
We made it our symbol
To raise much needed bucks
But after the windstorm of '95
All we could say was, "Oh, shucks!"
Christmas is coming
And the geese are getting fat
But on top of Mount Livermore
Our Christmas tree lay flat
WAIT! The story's not over
What a glorious sight
Thanks to Industrial Light & Magic
Our new Christmas tree shone bright
On top of Mount Livermore
Here comes another verse
Though the windstorm was ferocious
The fire was much worse
It leapt up Mount Livermore
All the way to the top
As we watched on in horror, we cried
"Will it never stop?"
But Camp Reynolds, Fort McDowell,
Immigration Station, too
Were saved from destruction
By the brave firefighting crew
When the smoke had subsided
We found a casualty
Fried to a crisp
Was our poor Christmas tree
Now just like San Francisco
Angel Island survived fire
Come visit your Island
And linger awhile
Meandering in Marin songs
On the First Day of Meandering . . .
or
Here We Go Round The Hanukkah Bush (sp.?)
On the first day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
A woodpecker in a live oak tree ~
On the second day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Two toyon and a
On the third day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Three chickadees
On the fourth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Four redtail hawks
On the fifth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Five gold finches
On the sixth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Six snakes a slithering
On the seventh day of Meandering Wendy gave to me Seven otters a playing
On the eighth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Eight milkmaids blooming
On the ninth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Nine ladybugs mating
On the tenth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Ten lizards leaping
On the eleventh day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Eleven sandpipers piping
On the twelfth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Twelve bunnies thumping
Croakus Chorus 2004 Silvia Lange
The Meanderers
Over hill over dale we will hit the dusty frail
As the Meanderers go meandering along
Through the rain and through the sun aren't we having lots of fun?
As the Meanderers go meandering along
Through the sun and through the rain Oh, my god I've got a pain!
As the Meanderers go meandering along
So it 's Hi, hi, hee
Tell us Wendy what we see
Call out those names loud and strong
(Wendy) ANIMAL, VEGETABLE, MINERAL
So where ere we go, you will always know
That the Meanderers are meandering along
Keep 'em moving!
The Meanderers are meandering along!
What's in a Name?
Supercalifragalisticexpialidous
When first I heard this word I thought it simply was atrocious
The name for carbon dot lichen is equally ferocious
Pseudocyphellaria anthraspis.... gloriousus!
Halitosis?
or
Scoliosis?
or
Neurosis?
or
Psychosis?
or
?
Meandering in Marin
Silvia Lange
Winter/Spring 2004/5
Rara Avis
Or
Birds of a Feather Flock Together
Tune: Mockingbird Hill Lyrics: Silvia Lange & Wendy Dreskin
Oh it's up in the morning in sunshine or chill
We hike through Marin over valley and hill
We see lots of birdies; we hear their song too
But without our Wendy, we haven't a clue
Tra la la, twiddly dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the
GOLDEN-CROWNED SPARROW (oh, dear me)
To wake up in the morning to the
OLIVE-SIDED FLYCATCHER (what peeves you?)
To wake up in the morning to the
RUBY-CROWNED KINGLET (....___.. ...
To wake up in the morning to the
CALIFORNIA QUAIL (Chicago!)
To wake up in the morning to the
OAK TITMOUSE (sweet, sweet sweet, sweet)
And now big finish
Tra la la, twiddly dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the
ROUGH-WINGED SWALLOW (phut! phut phut! phut!!)
Meandering in Marin brings us peace and goodwill
or
Here We Go Round The Hanukkah Bush (sp.?)
On the first day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
A woodpecker in a live oak tree ~
On the second day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Two toyon and a
On the third day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Three chickadees
On the fourth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Four redtail hawks
On the fifth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Five gold finches
On the sixth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Six snakes a slithering
On the seventh day of Meandering Wendy gave to me Seven otters a playing
On the eighth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Eight milkmaids blooming
On the ninth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Nine ladybugs mating
On the tenth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Ten lizards leaping
On the eleventh day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Eleven sandpipers piping
On the twelfth day of Meandering Wendy gave to me
Twelve bunnies thumping
Croakus Chorus 2004 Silvia Lange
The Meanderers
Over hill over dale we will hit the dusty frail
As the Meanderers go meandering along
Through the rain and through the sun aren't we having lots of fun?
As the Meanderers go meandering along
Through the sun and through the rain Oh, my god I've got a pain!
As the Meanderers go meandering along
So it 's Hi, hi, hee
Tell us Wendy what we see
Call out those names loud and strong
(Wendy) ANIMAL, VEGETABLE, MINERAL
So where ere we go, you will always know
That the Meanderers are meandering along
Keep 'em moving!
The Meanderers are meandering along!
What's in a Name?
Supercalifragalisticexpialidous
When first I heard this word I thought it simply was atrocious
The name for carbon dot lichen is equally ferocious
Pseudocyphellaria anthraspis.... gloriousus!
Halitosis?
or
Scoliosis?
or
Neurosis?
or
Psychosis?
or
?
Meandering in Marin
Silvia Lange
Winter/Spring 2004/5
Rara Avis
Or
Birds of a Feather Flock Together
Tune: Mockingbird Hill Lyrics: Silvia Lange & Wendy Dreskin
Oh it's up in the morning in sunshine or chill
We hike through Marin over valley and hill
We see lots of birdies; we hear their song too
But without our Wendy, we haven't a clue
Tra la la, twiddly dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the
GOLDEN-CROWNED SPARROW (oh, dear me)
To wake up in the morning to the
OLIVE-SIDED FLYCATCHER (what peeves you?)
To wake up in the morning to the
RUBY-CROWNED KINGLET (....___.. ...
To wake up in the morning to the
CALIFORNIA QUAIL (Chicago!)
To wake up in the morning to the
OAK TITMOUSE (sweet, sweet sweet, sweet)
And now big finish
Tra la la, twiddly dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the
ROUGH-WINGED SWALLOW (phut! phut phut! phut!!)
Meandering in Marin brings us peace and goodwill
Mushroom poem
Wendy Dreskin - Mistress of Mushrooms
by Silvia Lange January 2005
Wendy's a Wizard of the Woods
She always, she always comes up with the goods.
"Mushrooms?" you ask. For her a small task
Mycorhyzal under the trees, she gets down on her hands and knees and digs up
What? What can it be?
A friendly fungus or a deadly enemy?
Amanita? Don't eat-a!
Russula emetica? To the bathroom this will get-a-ya
And beware a polka-dotted mushroom red
Lest a hallucinatory trip that you might dread
But here's something to think of that might be yummy
Just for the mind and not for the tummy
Oysters, turkey tails, eggs sunny-side-up
Witches butter on King Alfred's cakes - gobble them up
Milky caps and to finish this fungal meal funny
Cinnamon candy caps and mushrooms of honey
More mushroom uses. Please forgive these poetic abuses.
Is your nose shiny? Drives you up the wall?
To remedy - a powder puff ball
Is your nose runny? Giving you grief?
Blow hard in a cowboy's handkerchief
Dirty? Sweaty? Need a rub-a-dub-dub?
Wendy will find you a fairy bath tub
Lost in the woods in the middle of the night?
Try a scarlet cup or a Jack-o-lantern's strange light
Feeling creative? Don't hem and haw
On an artist's conk you soon can draw
Back aching? A cramp you can't dodge?
Fairy fingers will give you a magic massage
Yes the fungus among us bring us joy and delight
Thanks to Wendy and her mycological insight
by Silvia Lange January 2005
Wendy's a Wizard of the Woods
She always, she always comes up with the goods.
"Mushrooms?" you ask. For her a small task
Mycorhyzal under the trees, she gets down on her hands and knees and digs up
What? What can it be?
A friendly fungus or a deadly enemy?
Amanita? Don't eat-a!
Russula emetica? To the bathroom this will get-a-ya
And beware a polka-dotted mushroom red
Lest a hallucinatory trip that you might dread
But here's something to think of that might be yummy
Just for the mind and not for the tummy
Oysters, turkey tails, eggs sunny-side-up
Witches butter on King Alfred's cakes - gobble them up
Milky caps and to finish this fungal meal funny
Cinnamon candy caps and mushrooms of honey
More mushroom uses. Please forgive these poetic abuses.
Is your nose shiny? Drives you up the wall?
To remedy - a powder puff ball
Is your nose runny? Giving you grief?
Blow hard in a cowboy's handkerchief
Dirty? Sweaty? Need a rub-a-dub-dub?
Wendy will find you a fairy bath tub
Lost in the woods in the middle of the night?
Try a scarlet cup or a Jack-o-lantern's strange light
Feeling creative? Don't hem and haw
On an artist's conk you soon can draw
Back aching? A cramp you can't dodge?
Fairy fingers will give you a magic massage
Yes the fungus among us bring us joy and delight
Thanks to Wendy and her mycological insight
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