Thursday, September 29, 2011
From the tree tops
In the morning, as we were eating our breakfast outside in the sun, we heard the call of the shining cuckoo, coming from high in the tree tops.
My arm felt rather like those gum trees over the last 6 weeks, encased as it was in its stiff bark. But two days ago it was set free. I was surprised to discover how tender and sore my wrist was after the plaster had been sawn off. It feels like a new leaf, still soft and without much movement, folded back on itself.
Even so, I feel I've been set free, and when I heard the shining cuckoo yesterday, back here in the city, a thrill raced through me at the sound of its happy song.
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The shining cuckoo, your freed arm and wrist, and all the glorious signs of spring. It is so lovely to read of the thrill it has all brought you, Juliet. I can almost hear your rejoicing way up here.
Thank you Penny; it's nice to know that the shining cuckoo song has been heard all the way to the midwest of America! Yes, I am rejoicing.
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