"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library."
― Jorge Luis Borges
Our weather continues exquisite. I know it is not spring everywhere, but here, people can only exclaim. Yesterday there were the most amazing clouds, all levels and kind of clouds, forming and re-forming. I kept seeing hearts in the sky. We have blue sky today, and yesterday I realized we get amazing patterns of fog, but fluffy white clouds that turn dark and play with color, not so much, and so it seems, where I live is in deep appreciation of sky, birds, green. I now have two sheep living next door, a male and a female, and it is spring, so I welcome what comes.
I am with these words of
William Blake:
"We are here to learn the beams of love."
It is certainly easy on a day like today.
