We’ve had a lovely day catching up, as we have been away, on decorating for Christmas, starting with the tree and later baking mince pies.
Later I used the leftovers trimmings to top a pie for our supper.
A favourite poem popped into my head this afternoon – He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats. I have loved it for many years and I hope you like it too.
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.