Small craftsmen, steeped in anonymity like bees,
Gilded their wooden panels, leaving fame to chance,
Like the maker of this wing-flooded golden sky,
Who forgives all our ignorance
Both of his nature and of his very name,
Freely accepting our one heedless glance.from “A November Sunrise” by Anne Porter An Altogether Different Language: Poems 1934-1994
I can’t remember where I saw a recommendation for Anne Porter; but I wish I could thank whoever it was. I’m loving this book.
That’s endearing.
Precious.
I grew up in Marshfied and spent many days at Rexhame Beach (more at Humarock though!)
I’ve enjoyed watching your families move to my beloved “South Shore” on yours and Dom’s blogs.
My girls are older now and I miss the days of toddlers on the beach. I could never live far from the ocean after growing up so close to it.
God Bless you all.
Wonderful videos. Reminds me of when I took the children to the beach at various times growing up. I hope when I come to visit we can go. God Bless
=awwwwwww!! sophia can’t decide which way to run first!!