It sure is hot! I love summer though. So, no complaints from me. I spent some time with paper, paints, and an old favorite poem this week.
When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer
By Walt Whitman
When I heard the
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
|Illustration of Whitman's poem by Linda M. 7/30/21|
Hamish has been up to his usual hijinks...can you say WAHOO!?
I'll be hosting Spiritual Thursday for August right here. I'll have a post up Wednesday evening. This month's theme is the word, respect.
Many thanks to Rebecca for hosting this week's round-up at Sloth Reads.