We had hoped to go out to Carn Brea to watch the sunset (see the photos at the end of the post) tonight and to watch the full moon, the Strawberry Moon, rise, but sadly it is very cloudy. I hope some of you have managed to see this event which last happened in the Summer of Love, 1967, the year we were married and which will not happen again until I am long gone in 2094!
A very good friend at choir gave me the following poem tonight, handwritten for me, such a lovely thing to do.
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to break free;
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-torn to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
This is from The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus and is on a bronze plaque on the Statue of Liberty.
I baked 100 Spicy Oat Cookies this afternoon.
I just looked up while writing this and the sky had turned to fire! The moon isn’t up yet.
Patti Van Tuyl
June 21, 2016 at 5:01 pm
The promise of America. Has it been broken? Maybe we should take the sign down. So sad.
June 21, 2016 at 12:47 pm
Beautiful pictures and those cookies sound delicious! I wish our country was as noble and true as the sentiments of that poem….sigh. I caught the full moon last night before bed and that was enough for me….magical every time! Love to you today!