Just this morning I saw buds on the trees.
Most cops have heard just about every excuse imaginable for why someone was driving too fast, but I think this might have been a first — the driver didn’t know how to tie his necktie and needed to find someone to help him. Watch this cop go above and beyond the call of duty.
(This happened in the town where I have lived for the past 39 years. Our cops are the best.)
It’s the birthday of Emily Brontë (1818-1848), who is remembered — when she’s remembered at all — as the author of Wuthering Heights, her only novel. Not many know that she was also one of the finest English poets of the nineteenth century. Here is a choral setting by Ola Gjeilo of one of her poems.
Few hearts to mortals given
On earth so wildly pine;
Yet none would ask a heaven
More like this earth than thine.
Then let my winds caress thee;
Thy comrade let me be—
Since nought beside can bless thee,
Return and dwell with me.