Good morning!

It’s Thursday. After all that, I spotted a bee on the cosmos yesterday. Harmony having been restored in the garden, I decided to walk down to the ocean and see how it was doing.

Partway down the wooded path, the crickets stopped me and asked if I could convey a message to you. They were very insistent about it, as you’ll hear. I don’t speak cricket, so I don’t know what they’re saying—but I trust it’s important. Tap the sideways triangle up top to give it a listen. Oh, the bell buoy also says hi.

September’s BaccalaureateA combination isOf Crickets — Crows — and RetrospectsAnd a dissembling BreezeThat hints without assuming —An Innuendo searThat makes the Heart put up its FunAnd turn Philosopher.

Emily Dickinson

Any guess what they’re saying?

Onwards,

Clara

This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit dailyrespite.substack.com/subscribe