I'm enjoying the conversation around yesterday's post, and I've received some thoughtful emails on the same topic, which I hope the writers will allow me to share with you.
And here are the closing lines of Czeslaw Milosz's "Late Ripeness," which somehow feels pertinent to this green and dripping day:
I knew, always, that I would be a worker in the vineyard,
as are all men and women living at the same time,
whether they are aware of it or not.