Monthly Archives: July 2013

Of the Intersection of Fragility and Beauty

Yesterday, tired from three days of travel and the consequent catching up on chores around the Farm, we decided to go out for pizza and ignore the restrictions of our respective diets.  As we turned the corner from one of the lanes … Continue reading

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Who Is That Old Broad, Anyway?

So you see, the quality of humor is not a personal or a national monopoly.  It’s  as free as salvation, and, I am afraid, far more widely distributed.  But it has  its value, I think.  The hard and sordid things … Continue reading

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Languor in a Summer’s Afternoon

The alphabet of the trees is fading in the song of the leaves the crossing bars of the thin letters that spelled winter and the cold have been illumined with pointed green by the rain and sun — The strict … Continue reading

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