2010-04-26

gaining ground




























Nereida, two weeks; daily walks in the hills or along the coast; climbing, sampling herbs, getting in touch with other goats (who always were very interested in Nereida, while she mostly preferred hanging on her human mother's apron strings).

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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~ William Butler Yeats ~