The murmuring pines and the hemlocks / Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight / Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic.

This morning I drove over to inspect a Wilton rental that’s up for grabs. A friend is looking to possibly move here. The current tenant is in the process of moving out, but with a fresh paint job, some posters, plants and lamps and some nice furniture and whatnot it’ll be a good place to live, not to mention the abundant greenery on all sides. Good for pets.