Mackerel Sky

Yesterday one of Calla's lessons was centered around the poem Mackerel Sky.  If you aren't familiar with it, it goes like this:

Mackerel Sky, Mackerel Sky,
Never long wet, never long dry.

I kind of rolled my eyes at the lesson.  Mostly because Calla has NO idea what a Mackerel is.  Nor does she have any idea why someone would call the sky a Mackerel sky.  Not that she couldn't grasp that, but it was too much of a stretch for me to try to get her to understand it on that particular day.  So after I asked her all the questions they wanted me to ask her and getting a blank look answer for all the questions, I said, "Say the poem with me . . . "

And we did. 

Then this evening I happened to look outside.  I love it when I look outside and see something that prompts me to say, "Wow, girls.  Come look outside."  In this particular instance it was a florescent pink sunset.

They all came running and Calla declared, "HOLY MACKEREL!" 

I smiled at her and said, "It's your Mackerel Sky!"

I got a blank look.  It made me laugh.