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Aug. 26th, 2025 09:04 pmDriving home on Saturday, we took small highways and back roads, and enjoyed some lovely scenery: first woods and sandy hills, near the coast, then rolling plains and green fields. All the way, the best part of the scenery was the glorious skies! We were following in the train of the Empire of Heaven in all its changing color and panoply. As Hopkins said:
"Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and shadowtackle ín long | lashes lace, lance, and pair.
Delightfully the bright wind boisterous | ropes, wrestles, beats earth bare
Of yestertempest's creases . . ."
I like that word "yestertempest." But even his tumble of words scarcely suffices to hint at the ever-moving grandeur that was spread before us in those skies, the glory of silver light.
It was a nice visit with Fritz and Peach too, when we stopped at their house and sat out on their patio, enjoying the breeze and the view across the fields. Stopping in the middle made the trip quite long--even with the refreshment of good Lutheran coffee--and it took me a couple of days to recover.
But I have no more time to reminisce, because we got a surprise text from the Philosopher to say that he and his family would like to come and see us THIS WEEKEND! I am thrilled, but slightly panicked. Details have yet to be worked out. It's a good thing I did all the laundry and put most of our trip gear away already.
"Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and shadowtackle ín long | lashes lace, lance, and pair.
Delightfully the bright wind boisterous | ropes, wrestles, beats earth bare
Of yestertempest's creases . . ."
I like that word "yestertempest." But even his tumble of words scarcely suffices to hint at the ever-moving grandeur that was spread before us in those skies, the glory of silver light.
It was a nice visit with Fritz and Peach too, when we stopped at their house and sat out on their patio, enjoying the breeze and the view across the fields. Stopping in the middle made the trip quite long--even with the refreshment of good Lutheran coffee--and it took me a couple of days to recover.
But I have no more time to reminisce, because we got a surprise text from the Philosopher to say that he and his family would like to come and see us THIS WEEKEND! I am thrilled, but slightly panicked. Details have yet to be worked out. It's a good thing I did all the laundry and put most of our trip gear away already.
