"There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs--
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings."
~Gerald Manley Hopkins
Oh, happiness - I was able to meet another blogger in person, the lovely Linda from Under the Gables. If you've never visited her blog, do. She writes about the ways of women and their work. It's wonderful. (Wow - can we say alliteration?) Anyway, it is wonderful. I am always enriched by reading her posts, and I like to tease her by telling her that excursions to her blog are expensive - I want to buy every book and rent every movie that she reviews and recommends. Linda and I spent the afternoon together at the Brandywine River Museum. We had excellent conversations about life, art, and everything. And I'm pleased to count her as a friend.
We took photos of each other in one of my favorite shady spots outside the museum. I'm calling the portraits "Belles Femmes parmi les Fougères" or in the common parlance, "Beautiful women among the Ferns". Heh, heh
Que pensez-vous, Linda?
Today I woke up to one of my favorite kinds of mornings. The house was quiet except for the sound of rain through the open windows. I wish you could hear it.
The rooms were filled with a soft gray light that makes other colors glow.
I wandered around the house with my I-think-it-may-be-dying digital camera
The pictures are dark and fuzzy, but I don't care
Looking at each little space filled me with peace
for holy stillness,
for making new friends, and for that which broods over the world.