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This is how lovely the world looked at 7 yesterday morning. It just about took my breath away to see it.
That’s the tangle of branches that by early April are kid-gloved up to their elbows in magnolia blossoms. It stands just outside the second-floor room where I write every day.
They were lovely, those trees, dipped in icy batter as they were.
Every view from every window was lovely in fact but to me the loveliest, somehow, was the sight of our neighbor’s house on that same morning, from a different window in my study. Take away the cable and phone wires and it could be a Currier & Ives print, couldn’t it though?
