Thursday, April 27, 2023

Days to be happy in

 

Days
 
What are days for?
Days are where we live.   
They come, they wake us   
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:   
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor   
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

A perfect little poem by Philip Larkin. What a vivid image of mortality, with religion to the rescue. 

Yesterday was the warmest day of the year in Seattle, 67 degrees. The first time I've been outside without a real coat. If it gets to 80 on Saturday as predicted, people will be tearing around on the highways, mobbing the nurseries and jumping into cold rivers and lakes. In short, going nuts. The first "hot" day is a  good time to stay home and work in the garden. While listening to the sirens.

Here's some pictures of Nova at the after-school riding program, where she's taking lessons and learning to help the instructors with the younger kids. Remember in March, when we fed "Buttons" in the pasture on that cold morning? Winter vacation is over-- back to work.   



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