Thursday, 7 May 2009
In the computer room in Sebringville we have a door that opens onto the deck in the backyard. At the moment this door is wide open (allowing the dog easier access in and out) through which I can hear birdsong. Moments ago I heard a beautiful sound like bells and birds and maybe alien spacecraft. Utterly unable to place it, I looked out to see that it was a plow tilling the field behind our property. Assorted metal joints must have been squealing against each other, but the result wasn't horrible, as you'd expect. It was lovely.
Posted by Christian H at 08:15