We had a Butternut Squash, a couple of Peppers and some Mozzarella in the fridge and BBC Good Food came up with Roasted Squash with Mozzarella and Pesto – delicious!
I found this poem this afternoon and it touched something in me. The questions in the first stanza appealed and the answer speaks for me.
Is My Soul Asleep?
Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that work
in the night stopped? And the water-
wheel of thought, is it
going around now, cups
empty, carrying only shadows?
No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
I only discovered this poet today. It is the anniversary of his death in 1939. He was a refugee and was among thousands of others including his mother, his brother and his brother’s family fleeing Spain on foot across the Pyrenees in the last days of January 1939. He died a month later in the French village of Collioure.
Camellias are in flower all over the neighbourhood and are very cheery on these dull days of mizzle.