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 1, 2009

Mother Goose showed out this morning as usual.

She said Mommy, I know that the fog is going to bother you this morning. Its thick as soup she said carrying her younguns in the direction away from the blinding mists. I giggled that she would be so considerate to remember my lack of fondness for that semiprecipitous state.

They weren’t in their usual family formation. I guess(though I didn’t ask) they have a fog formation. Well, I saw the fog formation this morning. Who reads fog formation on the ground? Not me. I said. Either they have fog formation or they are Lutherans and celebrating the 95 theses in goose. It was a perfect Halloween and Reformation day weather pattern, as though they put Martin Luther himself on cloud duty in heaven. Martin doesn’t play with the clouds. If we are going to have clouds they should be at our door like the theses.
I do hate the fog, but it seemed appropriate this morning. A fitting day for the pretense of Halloween. The geese are reformed and celebrate the harvest and Lutheran because their celebration included a flight in the fog without the horns. What a celebration we had in our neighborhood! It was absolutely adorable.

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Sparrow's Spring nest

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