The last of the full moon is peaking through the clouds. I can hear the sea roaring here at The Coop, which is 200 farm girl paces from the ocean. I don’t always hear the sounds of the sea; in the summer it’s noisy with people, fireworks, and surfers shouting “Dude!”
We never lost our power, which is unusual. I’m grateful and thankful; I feel badly for the people who are suffering.
My brother wrote a piece yesterday about the storm and about fear.
My friends from home and The Big Corporation have checked in on me to make sure I made it through the storm. Thank you. If I had a “heart” emoticon, I’d insert it right here.
Anger and fear…emotions which cause a lot of trouble for everyone. Hurricane Sandy was about fear. Maybe tomorrow I’ll write about anger.
As Uncle Bob would say, “We’ll see.”
Y’all be cool today and help your neighbors if they need you.
Go forward in peace, not fear.
In this episode, our fearless bloggette seems to be channeling Robert Herrick:
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness;
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction;
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher;
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribands to flow confusedly;
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility:
Do more bewitch me, than when art
Is too precise in every part.
Lovely! So much nicer than a recent line I heard:
“You have healthy calves.”
How times have changed, Portrait.
“You have healthy calves.” Yes, and you should see the lambs, too.