“Off in the nether lands I heard a sound Like the beating of heavenly wings And deep in my brain I can hear a refrain Of my soul as she rises and sings Anthems to glory and Anthems to love and Hymns filled with early delight Like the songs that the darkness Composes to worship …
My advance copies of the much-anticipated “Citysketch London” arrived with a thump, immediately preceded by the sound of a rumbling UPS truck engine racing up my gravel driveway, accompanied by a cacophony of high-pitched yelps from my two minuscule and mostly ineffective watch dogs. Dashing out to my mudroom deck, and stepping around the serpentine-machinations of …
a little stunned bird compelled me to stray outside this morning to survey the damage done to bird (false alarm) and to garden (departing winter never leaves a clean canvas). as i wandered from one little inspection to the next, i succumbed to the call of spring: chores. trimming branches with my hedge clippers, untangling …
lucky enough to indulge each (or most) mornings in this manner, i take my perking hot very strong loveless cafe diner-style coffee mug outside. sitting in a sturdy, enveloping adirondack chair, i feast on the caffeine and the glorious sounds and sights of the season. it’s summer, which means i spend more time out there …
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