Word Perfect

 I dreamed that a bunch of us had been arrested for being drunk. The chief of police was drunk as well and while she slept it off in her office we boxed her in with a circle of filing cabinets and piles of folders. It was just for a laugh- and when she woke up she'd see the joke. While we were waiting I began reciting the "Old Hundredth" and was pleasantly surprised to find that I was more or less word perfect.

"All people that on earth do dwell
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice.
Him serve with joy his praise forth tell.
Come ye before him and rejoice..."

Something There Is

 The people at the bottom of our garden have roses on a pergola and the roses are tumbling over the fence into our space. I think we get as much benefit from them as they do.

Sometimes I wish we could do away with fences altogether and have all the gardens run together but it wouldn't work, would it- not in our present sate of consciousness- because people would take advantage and allow their barbecue parties to spread. 

As  Robert Frost wrote, "Something there is that doesn't love a wall"- but also, "Good fences make good neighbours."