Snow is falling in Tennessee, more of spring’s titillation. A good day for writing, reading, painting and maybe, even walking. My friends in Canada are expecting twenty inches. With mountain ranges surrounding us, we wait and see in the Tennessee valley, never quite sure what to expect. A wren was singing as I snapped this photo, belting out his song as we shivered in blowing snowflakes. And before first light, an Eastern Towhee trilled his notes. A day ago, he was singing in the rain, in the drippy, upper most branches of a bare tree. Bird attitudes—attitudes to live by.
For the Love of It...
...the sage sees heaven reflected in Nature as in a mirror, and he pursues this Art, not for the sake of gold or silver, but for the love of the knowledge which it reveals.
Sendivogius (1750)
Snow is falling in Tennessee, more of spring’s titillation. A good day for writing, reading, painting and maybe, even walking. My friends in Canada are expecting twenty inches. With mountain ranges surrounding us, we wait and see in the Tennessee valley, never quite sure what to expect. A wren was singing as I snapped this photo, belting out his song as we shivered in blowing snowflakes. And before first light, an Eastern Towhee trilled his notes. A day ago, he was singing in the rain, in the drippy, upper most branches of a bare tree. Bird attitudes—attitudes to live by. 
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