I was concerned that the rain would move the doves, but it seems like there are more doves now than before the big rain. They're feeding in milo fields, and the milo hasn't even been cut, yet.

There's something specific
about the doves' way
of living my life
as a natural result

of today since it's raining

As when the dove returning bore the mark Of earth restored to the long labouring ark; The relics of mankind, secure at rest, Open every window to receive the guest, And the fair bearer of the message bless'd.

I would like to do a part that would stretch me. In America it seems to me that you just take your clothes off and that helps, but I wouldn't want to do that.

Don't cry while you are reading the book wait until you are done reading it.

And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.