What a night! There were wild August winds, driving rain and clatters of garden chairs trying to take off. Sadly much of the garden has been flattered as our small landscape has been altered but a disaster can be an opportunity so here we are with a lovely bunch of colour indoors of flowers that we rescued.
As we couldn’t spend much time outside today, we decided to make marmalade with the oranges we froze in January when the all too short Seville orange season was with us. That’s it for the year now. The tiny jars are for breakfast in bed should one of us fall ill. 
My poet friend, Kim Ridgeon, penned the perfect poem for the day and for the strange emotions we are all feeling in these uncertain and disturbing times. Please read it several times and feel the phrases that sum up the unpredictability of our lives right now. I love this poem.
August Wind by Kim Ridgeon
nrhatch
August 23, 2020 at 4:23 pm
Fabulous flowers . . . and gorgeous marmalade.
Stay well and use the little jars for stocking stuffers!
mybeautfulthings
August 24, 2020 at 5:53 pm
Thank you for that positive and excellent suggestion! 🙂
Heyjude
August 22, 2020 at 12:30 am
That poem actually brought tears to my eyes. “We long for the peace of a healing breeze!”
Kim Ridgeon
August 21, 2020 at 7:03 pm
Thank you. I hope people like it xx
mybeautfulthings
August 21, 2020 at 7:59 pm
Commonprose already said that she does! 🙂
commonprose
August 21, 2020 at 6:34 pm
The poem is perfect.
mybeautfulthings
August 21, 2020 at 7:58 pm
Yes, it is. It’s one I shall try to learn by heart. 🙂