If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence. ~George Eliot, English Novelist, Pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans, 1819-1880, in Middlemarch
Saturday Snaps: Squirrel!
Stuffed, How exquisite your love, O God! How eager we are to run under your wings, To eat our fill at the banquet you spread as you fill our tankards with Eden spring water. You’re a fountain of cascading light, and you open our eyes to […]
