{"id":6019,"date":"2017-11-29T15:52:05","date_gmt":"2017-11-29T23:52:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/?p=6019"},"modified":"2017-11-30T12:22:13","modified_gmt":"2017-11-30T20:22:13","slug":"midweek-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/?p=6019","title":{"rendered":"Midweek"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/wishiwerebaking\/17029833332\/in\/photostream\/\" title=\"Caspar 41\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7632\/17029833332_5e49e4685d.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"496\" alt=\"Caspar 41\"><\/a><br \/>\n<font face=\"Georgia\"><\/p>\n<div align=\"center\">\n<h2>SPARROWS<\/h2>\n<p>I never learned to tell one from another\u2014<br \/>\nswamp, field, song, vesper\u2014all scraps<br \/>\nof drab: rust, dun, buff, tan. Some streaky-breasted,<br \/>\nsome not. We hear the flutter of wings, look up,<br \/>\nthen yawn, ho hum, a sparrow. No rush<br \/>\nfor binoculars. Like the poor, they are always with us.<br \/>\nLook at them flick and flit in this dry meadow of foxtail,<br \/>\nswitchgrass, goldenrod; every leaf, stem, and seedhead<br \/>\nburnished in the dying light. Maybe they are<br \/>\nthe only angels we get in this life. But the very hairs<br \/>\non our head are numbered, and the father knows them all<br \/>\nby name. Each sparrow, too, has a song\u2014no flashy<br \/>\ncardinal selling cheer, no sky-blue jay&#8217;s ironic<br \/>\nsquawk, no eponymous chicka-dee-dee-dee. Just us,<br \/>\nthe unnoticed, gleaning what others have left behind,<br \/>\nand singing for all we&#8217;re worth, teetering on a bit<br \/>\nof bracken at the edge of a wild field.<\/p>\n<p>~<a href=\"http:\/\/www.barbaracrooker.com\/\">Barbara Crooker<\/a><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>SPARROWS I never learned to tell one from another\u2014 swamp, field, song, vesper\u2014all scraps of drab: rust, dun, buff, tan. Some streaky-breasted, some not. We hear the flutter of wings, look up, then yawn, ho hum, a sparrow. No rush for binoculars. Like the poor, they are always with us. Look at them flick and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6019","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-artsy-things","category-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6019","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6019"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6019\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6019"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6019"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6019"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}