My days are filled with butterflies, and not the stomach kind. Yesterday one flitted by the window and at first my eyes took it in as a bright yellow bird.
On December 25, 1968, these words of Archibald MacLeish were published in the New York Times.
The medieval notion of the earth put man at the center of everything. The nuclear notion of the earth put him nowhere – beyond the range of reason even – lost in absurdity and war. This latest notion may have other consequences …. To see the earth as it truly is, small and blue and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see ourselves as riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the eternal cold – brothers who know now they are truly brothers.
Yesterday I noticed there appeared to be an extension on the nest I posted a picture of a few days ago. Today I look and there’s a beak sticking up from the nest. I believe mother is resting on her eggs.
I’ve moved the table and chairs away from the area so all can be peaceful for my little friend.