Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Bessie had some bit of gossip to share with me today, when we passed.

Because I was late, I didn't hear the news. She was running toward the fence. I call it running. I have never seen her walk that fast before. It is proud for me to think that she was running to meet me. But, she is my friend and I listen to the gossip about Hess and the Tess and I usually have a minute at the stop light to look into her eyes and listen to a moo or two. Not today, I was late for work. I hope she remembers tomorrow.:)
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
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