Secret

The Secret Sits

We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.

Robert Frost

It's so much cooler and really refreshing this morning. T took an earlier train and I've been sitting out in the garden listening to the bubbling and thrilling notes of the all knowing Catbird. Such a treat, endless entertainment from above and within the bush sheltering the secret, the nest. Her soaring solos spill spontaneous from a secret choir loft bathed in sunlit green.

For the Record,
This day came in cooler with low humidity, a perfect morning for lawn mowing and perhaps a it of weeding. I still feel a bit foggy from the time change, but this weather is a help indeed.

Entry #800, no gaps or backblips