Playful flowers

A month or more ago I reread "Surprised by Joy" by CS Lewis.  In there, and it's something I keep thinking about, he wrote:

"Shakespeare could, in principle, make himself appear as Author within the play, and write a dialogue between Hamlet and himself. The "Shakespeare" within the play would of course be at once Shakespeare and one of Shakespeare's creatures. It would bear some analogy to Incarnation."

The mystery of God made human is a fascinating one.  And it's even more amazing when one considers that not only was he human but that he was God as well.  Perhaps many people have read something similar to what Lewis wrote.  But I found it certainly helped me to scratch the surface of that mystery a little.


It's been quite an odd Saturday.  The weather did not behave in any way that any of us would have wanted.  One minute it snowed, the next the sun was out.  And it looks like it will keep it up for a while.  So I decided I'd ignore the snow.  We went to the recycling to dump a load of branches.  And I went to Lotsa Hostas to get hostas.  I collect them... or at least all of the AAS winners.  I needed three that I had lost during our moves.  The place had what I wanted... and now I do.  So now they are sitting beside the tray of annuals, cozy in the warm kitchen area, just hankering to go outside like the rest of us.  The warm weather couldn't come soon enough.