The Lost Art of Decorative Drooping

I’m feeling quite melancholy. Blame it on the taxes and the impending flu. So if sickness or Spring Money Madness gets you down, go droop over a flower somewhere. Most places have an arboretum.
Drooping is a forgotten art. Since it’s been out of style for about a hundred and fifty years, here’s a quick tutorial on Drooping.
Find a flower.
Lean in
Cradle the flower in your hand
Stare vacantly at the flower
Contemplate mortality
Say something Poetic* (originality a plus, but quote a master before succumbing to driveled cliches)
Sigh repeatedly
Repeat as necessary.
There you go. Very cathartic. Much better than shouting off mountain tops.
*in case you need something poetic, brief and easy to remember to droop with.

Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf's a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.

~Robert Frost


3 thoughts on “The Lost Art of Decorative Drooping

  1. My mother was quoting that poem just the other day. She was driving, though, not drooping, and I couldn’t help notice Nature’s first green was red this year…

    • Yeah, awkwardly, while I was at the Botanical Gardens, I was drooping over some young red leaves, and thinking what a quack even a good poet is sometimes. Because Nature’s first green is just as often red, and that is not quite the right symbolism, is it…

  2. Mmmm, I like the post.

    And I like the poem.

    But after seeing/reading The Outsiders, I’m not sure that I can think about the gold-green first of nature in any flippant manner. 🙂

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