Isn't she beautiful? I'm very pleased to share a name with her.
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She and her friends welcomed the few of us who had gathered in their yard at dusk for an evening of making.
Just a few blocks from us, in the middle of the city . . . eight chickens, three goats, and a few cats.
We all brought projects-stitching, beadwork, and one involving beach glass and a string of lights.
But mostly we sat and chatted among the fallen cherry blossoms, content to be enchanted by the soft "maa-ings," "cluckings" and the twilight.
I hope you are all enjoying lovely spring evenings in the gloaming.
In the gloaming, oh my darling
When the lights are soft and low
And the quiet shadows, falling
Softly come and softly go
When the trees are sobbing faintly
With a gentle unknown woe
Will you think of me and love me
As you did once, long ago?
In the gloaming, oh my darling
Think not bitterly of me
Though I passed away in silence
Left you lonely, set you free
For my heart was tossed with longing
What had been could never be
It was best to leave you thus, dear
Best for you, and best for me
"In the Gloaming", an 1877 song composed by Annie Fortescue Harrison, with lyrics taken from a poem by Meta Orred
