My heart is like a singing bird...

... but her song's a little weary today. Feel a bit like I've flown to the moon, though the moon creatures are beginning to show themselves and populate this strange landscape. I got books from the library and carried them back to my room like friends. There was mist over Mt Anthony this morning as the rain abated -- a bath for the soul.

I keep thinking of my children in the 100 degree heat and their sun hats, and wanting to protect them. It already feels like I've been away from them for a lifetime. When they go off to college or off on their own lives, I must remember you do not just forget your past, the place and people you came from, but carry them with you, a pile of beloved books under your arm, a choir of lovely voices in the heart.

Walking back from a faculty Q and A through the rain-soaked meadow tonight, these words accompany me:
Smell of sweet wet grass
and clover and daisy and buttercup,
Smell of sweet wet grass
and clover and daisy and buttercup,
Smell of sweet wet grass
and clover and daisy and buttercup...

The music of a summer evening in Vermont. Feels like home!