The most beautiful piece of music ever written.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Today was a beautifully bright day - a light blue sky scattered with fluffy cumulus - a perfect day for a walk down through the conservation areas. We've just had a week of rain and +8 degrees celsius weather, almost unheard of here in February, and all the creeks and streams are running at their maximum. The lake, which had been locked tight with white ice a week ago, was a dark mass of water, full of shifting sheets of ice - the water was gushing over the damn.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Nearest to all things is that power which fashions their being. Next to us the grandest laws are continually being executed. Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but workman whose work we are.