Finally a swarm of birds settled and perched for a few minutes at trees surrounding our space here. They came back from southern places, announcing with enthusiastic shrieks that now the time of frost and isolation has passed.
As people wake up from slumber avenues open; new prospects and new desires bud to surface. Have you made your own plans yet?
But the "Proverbs From Hell" by William Blacke still resound in memories of winter - here are a few:
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of a woman is the work of God.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Saturday, March 25
PROVERBS FROM HELL and birds
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Nice!
The birds are here too - robins, ducks, geese, small twittering birds too. Sometimes a mountain bluebird makes it this time of year - I'm watching.
"They came back from southern places, announcing with enthusiastic shrieks that now the time of frost and isolation has passed."
I liked that.
Um, Zee, you might want to take a peek at Out of the Blue. Or you might not.
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