Lesson 838: Architect

Good evening, Readers!

Who is an architect?

One who is qualified to create buildings

and plan for their design and construction.

Who is the greatest architect

who builds the animals

and provides for their needs?

Who constructs the moon?

Who is more qualified to brush-paint such beauty 

in the birth of the day?

The completions

are always

works in progress.

From seed

to bud

and back again.

I spent my Snow-Day-Not-Needed

with these two in Edinboro.

We ate at the Flip Cafe--

a quirky little find on the corner on the main drag.

I played Kacey Musgraves new album

 for them

as we drove the town in my Mom-Van.

I was excited to share the newly released music

to show that I was keeping up with things

outside of the garden world.

Yeah, said Ellen.

Chris (nephew with a beat on everything) already sent it to me this morning.

Beaten, once again.

You can find my favorite song 

from Kacey Musgrave's album,

Deeper Well,

at the end of this blog.

But before I close for tonight,

some book news.

I've shaken my Book Hangover,

as I found myself in that restless spot

after finishing The Great Alone.

And then I couldn't find anything

 good to read

 after it.

Until these.

I loved them both!

Kacey Musgraves is a great lyricist.

Here are the words in my favorite form

(written).

"The Architect"

Even something as small as an apple
It's simple and somehow complex
Sweet and divine
The perfect design
Can I speak to the architect?

And there's a canyon that cuts through the desert
Did it get there because of a flood?
Was it devised or were you surprised
When you saw how grand it was?

Was it thought out at all
Or just paint on a wall
Is there anything that you regret?
I don't understand
Are there blueprints or plans
Can I speak to the architect?

Sometimes, I look in the mirror
And wish I could make a request
Could I pray it away
Am I shapable clay
Or is this as good as it gets?

One day, you're on top of the mountain
So high that you'll never come down
Then the wind at your back
Carries ember and ash
That burns your whole house to the ground

Is it thought out at all
Or just paint on a wall
Is there anything that you regret?
I don't understand
Are there blueprints or plans
Can I speak to the architect?

I thought that I was too broken
And maybe too hard to love
I was in a weird place
Then I saw the right face
And the stars and the planets lined up

Does it happen by chance
Is it all happenstance
Do we have any say in this mess?
Is it too late
To make some more space
Can I speak to the architect?

This life that we make, is it random or fate
Can I speak to the architect?

Is there an architect?

Here is what one entertainment blogger's interpretation of them.

article by Kayleigh Shaw CLICK HERE

And here are the words in my second favorite form

(sung).Kacey Musgraves on Jimmy Fallon CLICK HERE 

Eloise