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Whatever is foreseen in joy

Whatever is foreseen in joy
Must be lived out from day to day.
Vision held open in the dark
By our ten thousand days of work.
Harvest will fill the barn; for that
The hand must ache, the face must sweat.

And yet no leaf or grain is filled
By work of ours; the field is tilled
And left to grace. That we may reap,
Great work is done while we’re asleep.

When we work well, a Sabbath mood
Rests on our day, and finds it good.

~ Wendell Berry, from A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997

Hey, June

Posted this on Twitter yesterday, in response to the ridiculously low June temperatures:

Hey, June, don’t make me mad
It should be balmy
But it’s getting colder
Remember you’re two months later than March?
It is the time to make it hotter, hotter, HOTTER, HOTTER.

Nah, nah, nah, nanananaaaaah, nanananaaaah! Hey June!

(I hope you realize that it’s a parody of “Hey, Jude” by the Beatles).

Dixie continues to insist that I’m no good at these parodies. ┬áMaybe she’s right. ┬áBut I persevere.