Mrs. Teabody Embraces June
And what is so rare as a day in June Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. ~ Lowell Good Morning, Gentle Reader, and Mrs. Teabody can only hope that your part of the world is under the same enchantment as the world just outside Mrs. Teabody's open (!) window. The diminutive and sweet Carolina wren has the morning microphone, and he is nearly as delighted with the day as any human can be. Do you know this little bird, Gentle Reader? He is trusting and nearly fearless and his song - - while not of the most uplifting variety - - is one that says that today is a day of great importance, one not to be squandered or ticked off. Mrs...