Look closely. Samson has installed himself on top of the throw that I had over my legs last evening. This pup likes blankets; he’s very much a burrower.
In the unlit living room, this is where Sammie ended up after breakfast.
Today is the 121st anniversary of the birth of Herbert Howells. Last year on this day I attended an all-HH Evensong at Gloucester Cathedral.
Today, I am saying a memorial Morning Prayer with intentions for HH, listening solely to his music (including Daniel Bara and East Carolina University’s performance of his Requiem), and reading a chapter of the new HH compendium.
HH is the on-going life-work research subject. May he rest in peace.
So I’m sitting in my chair, reading a book and listening passively to some new Vaughan Williams recordings.
In the corner of my eye, I notice a movement outside the window to my left.
The squirrel and I had mystic communion as he stared at me and I took a picture of him digging up acorns in my flowers.