Friday July 12th 2013 Tim Candler
Of the five or seven beautiful days in the year,
today was one of them. Clear air, good Butterfly breeze, sufficient
cloud in a sky that was a respectable blue, a close up look at one of
those Warblers that's impossible to identify, an absence of quarrel in
the community of Mockingbird, and though it is still early, nothing has
yet bitten me. Which means today could become the day all other
days will from henceforth be compared to.
And on a day like this I had my chance
to better understand the statement "Socrates was decadent." And while
I am very aware that most will dismiss this statement, I was able to better
understand it, because when the weather is perfect and the day is beautiful,
I become a materialists. Idea disappears. So on reflection it
was probably just as well that while digging the Potato, I found some that
had been gnawed upon by Vole.