First I and then the Frenchie will head into Pennsylvania this weekend, to stay with our friends Ellen and Michael in their house in the whispering woods. It will be a good break from the city; one never really realizes that until night falls, supper has been eaten, showers have been taken, teeth brushed and the covers turned back in the guest bedroom.
You lie down and...
Black, humming silence.
Ellen making pear wine
And to look for things. Like mushrooms...
Horn of Plenty, in the moss lawn
But we hear good things in New York too, you know. All of last night and this morning geese have been flying in V's high above us, honking, heading south. It is one of my favourite sounds in the world.