Lots of our choir went to have lunch at the Tiger Feet Cafe at the Eco Park to celebrate the 80th birthday of one of our tenor team. I took a small posy in purple, white and green from our garden.
I had the most delicious lunch of a Rosti Stack with avocado, tomatoes and onions. The tomatoes were ones I had had a hand in growing at Community Roots which is just next door.
The poet, Wendell Berry died yesterday at 92. I’ve put his poetry on here before and here again is The Peace of Wild Things. If you’d like to know more about this remarkable man, here is an article from today’s Guardian. https://www.theguardian.com/books/2026/sep/01/wendell-berry-us-author-dead
My Dear SIL has just sent me this perfect and very lovely poem for today, by Wendell Berry……..
September 2
In the evening there were flocks of nighthawks
passing southward over the valley. The tall
sunflowers stood, burning on their stalks
to cold seed, by the still river. And high
up the birds rose into sight against the darkening
clouds. They tossed themselves among the fading
landscapes of the sky like rags, as in
abandonment to the summons their blood knew.
And in my mind, where had stood a garden
straining to the light, there grew
an acceptance of decline. Having worked,
I would sleep, my leaves all dissolved in flight.
