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... missing summer ...

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[reftar]

[adventuresofalgy]

It had been a cold and frosty night, with a clear sky illuminated by a glowing golden half moon and a liberal scattering of stars and dazzling planets, and when Algy woke up in the morning he found that everything was frozen once again.

Fluttering over to the wee pond, where only a week or so ago he had dipped his toes in the water when he had perched on the mossy stones to gaze into its depths, he found that he could now perch right in the centre, but he could no longer look below the surface as it was covered in obscuring patterns of ice.

But the air was sweet, and the sun was climbing up above the trees, so that soon the area would be flooded with the light which was beginning to make the frost sparkle at the pond's edges. It was going to be another beautiful day, and as he rested on the slippery surface, ignoring the chill in his tail feathers for a few moments, a great tit started singing its repetitive spring song in a nearby bush, and Algy suddenly rememberd a lyrical poem that he had read some time ago:

Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong, Which asks no duties and no conscience? The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path In some far summer stratum of the sky, While stars with their cold shine bedot her way. The fields gleam mildly back upon the sky, And far and near upon the leafless shrubs The snow dust still emits a silver light. Under the hedge, where drift banks are their screen, The titmice now pursue their downy dreams, As often in the sweltering summer nights The bee doth drop asleep in the flower cup, When evening overtakes him with his load. By the brooksides, in the still, genial night, The more adventurous wanderer may hear The crystals shoot and form, and winter slow Increase his rule by gentlest summer means.

[Algy is thinking of the poem Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong by the 19th century American writer and naturalist Henry Thoreau.]

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Awakening...

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So pretty! 🥰

World is going crazy, have a ray of sunshine today wherever you are. I'm trying out different brushes for the linework, this one is the dry ink brush from the basic Procreate presets. Here's the reference I used

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A Sunny Day

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(October 3, 2024)

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I sit upon the grass so green, A tranquil world, a peaceful scene. The golden sun, so warm and bright, Wraps me gently in its light. The world may call, but here I stay, Embracing life in my own way.

[adventuresofalgy]

When Algy got up on Sunday morning, he found that it was even colder than the day before. The bird baths and ponds were frozen solid, and a thick layer of frost sparkled on the ground.

But Sunday was a day which Algy liked to set aside for the study of poetry, and although it was unpleasantly chilly, the sun was shining and the day was bright.

Recalling that human beings sometimes used what they called a standing desk to read – and in view of the fact that any perch which could support the weight of a book as well as a fluffy bird was likely to send a bitter chill through his tail feathers in such icy weather – Algy decided to try this rather odd method for himself.

As he had chosen a particularly heavy volume of verse, Algy was glad to be able to rest his book on a table, but before long he discovered that standing up to read did not in fact come naturally to a fluffy bird, and it was actually rather awkward and uncomfortable, for although the book was certainly well supported, he himself was not.

Determined not to give up too soon, however, Algy turned the page and began to study a rather abstruse poem by Milton. It was a wee bit difficult to understand, but he knew that what the poet was really trying to say was simply that it was a jolly good idea to have a rest, and with that he could heartily agree. On reflection, however, Algy suspected that in order to follow the poet's recommendation properly, he was going to have to find a much more comfortable position and perch…

Happy Sunday everybody 😀

Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench Of British Themis, with no mean applause Pronounc't, and in his volumes taught our Laws, Which others at their Bar so often wrench: Today deep thoughts resolve with me to drench In mirth, that after no repenting draws; Let Euclid rest, and Archimedes pause, And what the Swede intend, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.

[Algy is reading Sonnet XXI Cyriack, whose Grandsire by the 17th century English poet John Milton. And if anyone would like assistance in interpreting this poem, Algy can recommend this web page, which he believes to be accurate, although he cannot guarantee it. NOTE Algy was concerned to see that some poetry web sites have interpreted the poem to mean almost the exact opposite to what Milton intended. Milton is actually inviting Cyriack to rest from his studies and labours, and have a drink with him - in moderation - and he states that Heaven (i.e. God) has ordained times of rest. Milton is not suggesting that Cyriack should devote himself to study and work and avoid more superficial things, as some online sources suggest, but quite the opposite!]

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