November

Nov 17, 2020 16:48

It's snowing. It gets dark at 4:30. I still have to take the bird feeders in at dusk because the local black bear still hasn't gone into hibernation and I am not prepared to lose yet another expensive set of feeders. The birds are so used to me now that they hover around me as I put in another load of sunflower seeds or a fresh cake of suet. We have cut the garden back and we saw wood every week or so for the stove.
People who complain about the New England climate can just go and move, as far as I am concerned. I love it, except when it gets hot.
Still working mostly from home so we're out here almost all the time. The silence is wonderful, so are the stars on a clear night in this unlighted bit of the country. Here is a favorite quote from Emerson:

“If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.”

How right he was. I look up, I believe, I adore-- these visible signs of something greater than all of us. And I can forget that we have a pimp in the White House, at least we're stuck with one for another few weeks. Onward to the inauguration!
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