I suppose this could be called mid-winter but there's nothing bleak about
it. The temperature was 28 degrees as dawn slipped through the poplars and
pines but the day is as clear and inviting as a summer romp by the sea.
Much like at a summer festival, musicians, artists, philosophers, writers, and
wayfaring strangers are welcome to the Shire as it is a Paradise of the
Arts. I would call it the Palace of the Arts but San Francisco has the
copyright on that name and hobbits lean more towards holes than edifices.
Hole of the Arts. What do you think? The artwork of the day is from Robert
Janz, artist/philosopher/writer/wayfaring stranger but not so great
musician. Well, some people would say it's music.I remember being 4 years
old and asking,"What's that racketo?" The reply was, "Be nice. That's your
brother." I read a piece in Time magazine about happiness. Did you know that someone's happiness can be infectious? Yes! Your happiness can make the friend of a friend of a friend happy. So--banish bleakness (except in a good poem) and change the world. The blessings of the friendship of friends of friends be yours.
it. The temperature was 28 degrees as dawn slipped through the poplars and
pines but the day is as clear and inviting as a summer romp by the sea.
Much like at a summer festival, musicians, artists, philosophers, writers, and
wayfaring strangers are welcome to the Shire as it is a Paradise of the
Arts. I would call it the Palace of the Arts but San Francisco has the
copyright on that name and hobbits lean more towards holes than edifices.
Hole of the Arts. What do you think? The artwork of the day is from Robert
Janz, artist/philosopher/writer/wayfaring stranger but not so great
musician. Well, some people would say it's music.I remember being 4 years
old and asking,"What's that racketo?" The reply was, "Be nice. That's your
brother." I read a piece in Time magazine about happiness. Did you know that someone's happiness can be infectious? Yes! Your happiness can make the friend of a friend of a friend happy. So--banish bleakness (except in a good poem) and change the world. The blessings of the friendship of friends of friends be yours.
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