Emily Dickinson wrote, “I dwell in Possibility.” Would you have guessed that it is a mere stone’s throw from Clutchpen?
A passing glance may suggest that nothing much happens in Clutchpen. But closer inspection reveals that the columbines have done a year’s work as their seeds mature and scatter.
Spring’s pear blossoms have given way to baby pears.
And elder is in bloom.
Clutchpenlings, Clutchpenfolk – whatever you wish to call them – are taking joy in the many Clutchpenny delights. Long days, lightening bugs, good company, and good music, keep us in high spirits.
There is a lovely poem for June by James Russell Lowell. Some excerpts:
AND what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays
(and my favorite)
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how
Stop, enjoy the flowers, and write a good one!