'Love, like the yellow daffodil, is coming through the snow,' sang Sidney Carter, echoing Julian of Norwich, who assured us that 'all manner of things shall be well.' We're totally in favour of that. We don't have any daffodils, though: they haven't come up yet, but we have croci of the purple and yellow varieties, also more snowdrops. Thank you, Europe.
SashaQ has some lessons for birdwatchers. I have a bird video. Mrs Hoggett has a new puppy and lots of cats. Paigetheoracle saw a ninja gnome. He's trying to be a wildlife photographer, but in northern Scotland the wildlife is really wild. Meanwhile, Milla saw fog and Superfrenchie saw pea soup, but in a bowl.
FWR and EM Forster have fiction for us. FWR's was penned, as usual, on the night shift. We have no word on the circumstances in which Mr Forster wrote 'The Celestial Omnibus,' but it's a cool story and it's public domain, so we're allowed to share it.
For the rest, we have humour and philosophy. Some of the humour is philosophical and some of the philosophy is humorous. One piece is in here to amuse the Prof, so we hope he finds it. What are you going to do? Read these, I hope, and say nice things about them, and share with your friends and acquaintances.
In case you're feeling glum about things right now (join the club), I'd like to offer you this piece of musical wisdom by Zoe Mulford and the a cappella group Windborne. They point out that everything we've ever done can be undone: our bodies are stardust, and to stardust they shall return. But a song stays sung. Our songs will stay sung, smeg it, though the foundations of the Earth crack and the abyss itself spew forth a thousand drooling dictators. Please help us by reading and passing along our snatches of music, even if we, like the birds in our gardens, merely warble and are gone.
Have the best possible week out there, friends.
Dmitri Gheorgheni
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Quote of the Week: There once was an AI named DeepSeek, Whose poetry skills were quite weak. It tried to be clever, But failed in endeavor, Its verses were more like a leak.
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