Thanks for the beautiful birthday flowers my love.
The poet, Mary Oliver, died yesterday. I was surprisingly upset by this loss. I didn’t know her personally. Perhaps I’ve been softened by circumstances. I only know some, and certainly not all, of her work. But The Journey for many years has been my favorite poem (http://www.phys.unm.edu/~tw/fas/yits/archive/oliver_thejourney.html and found in Dream Work). Before some circumstances and after others. I found it, and more of her poetry, hopeful and calm in way that I find in myself when I hike through the pines on trails in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.
I recommend her work. Do you have poetry you recommend?
Silly geese, on the morning walk to work.
She made light work of that snowy hike.