Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Friday, July 11, 2008

I walked around the bend,

past the columns that house the "angel flutes" and I saw a bird flitter off, seemingly in a huff. My curious mind, just assumed that Mr. and Mrs Robin had had a spat and that he was off again, in his attitudy way. As I got closer to Mrs. Robin, I was poised with another pittious plattitude about the difficulties of maintaining a relationship. It is none of my business, except that she is my friend and everything. With all that we've been through together, I think I should say something about the bickering that I have seen them engaged in daily during this egglaying and nest building seasons. I wanted to ask her, if this is a particularly difficult laying season or is it always like this with him.
She saw pity on my face and chimed right in, not allowing me to say a word. I would've invited you to tea today, but we never know when you are coming around the bend. Mr. Blackbird came for tea today and as you can see we chose the best picnicking spot for our oldest and dearest friend."
I was off-base completely, and there was Mr. Robin, behaving himself beautifully and helping with the clean-up from the beautiful teaparty with Mr. Blackbird...
silly me.
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