Mrs. Teabody Gains Perspective
Renascence ALL I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked the other way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin and fine, Straight around till I was come Back to where I’d started from; And all I saw from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood. ~Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950) 6:10 and the windows are full of nothing but darkness. It is pre-dawn quiet here on the side of Meadow Grounds Mountain and another winter's day is in the offing. Perhaps like the Teabodys you are feeling Winter's grip and not much liking it. That beastly Punxsutawney rodent saw his shadow on Monday, and to say many have unkind thoughts regarding "Phil" and his forecast is understatement. House captives. As much as you love and adore those who share your abode through these long winter nights, there are times when you long for fresh company and the offering of