Friday, April 22, 2011

Pure Poetry

 

This has been in my head ever since McKee wrote it a year ago.  Nicely said.

 

I love the way your friendships and contacts are as flexible as your nesting area.  Seems like you have perfect privacy, and then perfect proximity, too.  All sorts of people, closer than if you lived in a city and had to drive to South Denver to see people you like.  They come and go and you come and go, in a sort of impermanent permanence.  And all the while, beauty and birds.  As the Navajos would say, you "walk in beauty." 

Yesterday we installed sod.

 

 

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