So, today is the shortest day of the year - and what is the view from my kitchen window?
Thursday, December 21, 2006
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Inspired by Louis MacNeice's poem "The Sunlight on the Garden", this blog is about the minutes I have captured in a cage and used for my various dabblings. If you don't at least try to cage them, they just vanish. Here is the opening of the poem: The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon.
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