Almanac For Moderns: Rejoicing In The Noon Mercy
Monday, January 23, 2012
[More information on our Almanac For Moderns project and the work of Donald Culross Peattie can be found here.] January Twenty-First I wonder how much of fatality has…
[More information on our Almanac For Moderns project and the work of Donald Culross Peattie can be found here.] January Twenty-First I wonder how much of fatality has…
January Fourth Now we are in the very lists of winter, and what a winter, with the Atlantic coast lashed with storm on storm, with ships crying at…
[Editor’s Note: I am working for the next few days on a borrowed PC, as the AOTR Macbook is currently under repair at a local shop. The style…
October Thirteenth Late in the autumn, when the leaves of the buttonwood are turning deep as Burgundy and the cat-tails are ripening their silk, one little frog still…
More information on our Almanac For Moderns project and the work of Donald Culross Peattie can be found here. September Seventeenth Now the autumn dance of the midges…
More information on our Almanac For Moderns project and the work of Donald Culross Peattie can be found here. August Thirty-First August, the aureate month, draws to its…
June Twenty-Sixth As long as one knows little of Nature save that which impinges upon one sensually, one is subject to the moods it throws, like a shadow,…
June Twelfth Nothing has done me more good than to hear that the cicadas have all got a plague. The newspapers are carrying stories about it. A blue-green…
June Fourth I waited for them at the bottom of the hill, listening to the sounds in the hot night that had no intention of trying to sleep…
May Twenty-Ninth Here is May, gone by, and with it will go something fresh and joyful that, I suppose, will not pass this way again in all the…