I just met this little visitor outside my window, so clearly there is only one possible way to greet this lovely Sunday morning. Dear friends, Here’s to the wild. Here’s to the precious. THE SUMMER DAY Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? […]
Life has such surprising left hooks sometimes, which is one reason I love the poetry of Mary Oliver. Here we are, strolling in a field, mooning over a glorious grasshopper, and then POW! She asks, Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Much as it stings, it is the POW that makes the […]