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Thursday, November 25, 2010

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

We had seven wild turkeys in our back yard this week. We have one we caught at the supermarket in the refrigerator, too. It ain't Xanadu, but it ain't quite Dickens, neither.

We are grateful  every day for everything we have.
 
For Mrs. Cottage:


HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

-Yeats

10 comments:

Jean said...

Wishing you and yours a most wonderful holiday!

teresa said...

Happy Thansgiving to all of the Maine Family Robinson!!!

Andy said...

Happy Thanksgiving, Sip.

Daphne said...

Happy Thanksgiving, Gregory.

SippicanCottage said...

Happy Thanksgiving to everybody. Thanks for reading and commenting and buying furniture.

SippicanCottage said...

I have to work today, writing. A herd of deer just walked past my office window, about five feet from me.

It's a lovely day.

westsoundmodern said...

Happy Thanksgiving Sullivan.

Thud said...

Have a good day with the family Sipp.

Sissy Willis said...

Thinking of you and yours - and your furniture - often. Embroidered cloths of heaven. Who needs 'em where there's love?

SippicanCottage said...

Hi Sissy- True dat!