My soul, an empty birdfeeder, Attracts no winged thing, Without the seed among cedar, The forest seldom sings. On Sabbath…
My soul, an empty birdfeeder, Attracts no winged thing, Without the seed among cedar, The forest seldom sings. On Sabbath…
How beautiful it is to do nothing and then rest afterwards. ~Traditional Spanish proverb A few years ago, for the…