Here we are, each with a new day. He flies off, and I trudge back to the house to put away the shovel and pick up a pen. Praise be to God for beauty and for work. Like Hildegard of Bingen, I like to gaze around, and I like to be useful.
Here we are, each with a new day. He flies off, and I trudge back to the house to put away the shovel and pick up a pen. Praise be to God for beauty and for work. Like Hildegard of Bingen, I like to gaze around, and I like to be useful.