Tuesday, June 17, 2025

a hundred airy harps

 Yesterday was a most beautiful day - sunny, breezy, dry. A perfect day for washing a few windows, but other things had to come first.

Today was rainy, all day. But I didn't know it was going to, and I awoke early to such pretty music. 


...those wakeful birds
Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy,
As if some sudden gale had swept at once
A hundred airy harps!

-  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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  1. Glory to God, for the birds. So cheering to our souls, in so many ways <3

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  2. We are currently away from home staying in the middle of a wood. The birdsong is deafening at 4.00am; beautiful, melodic and so many different birds at once!
    Why is it that the most perfect day for anything - window washing, clothes drying, gardening - always occurs when we have other more urgent things to do? X

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    1. Oh, Clare, enjoy, enjoy! It sounds like a delight. I’m instantly picturing Hansel and Gretel, for some reason. Maybe you’ll run into them! 😉

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