I had a delightful visit with a lovely choir friend this morning, treated to Lemon Drizzle Cake and coffee and special cookies to bring home. Suddenly J said, “There’s a heron in the garden!” and there it was, just 6′ away at first. He was eyeing up the fish in the pond but took to flight when I stepped out to get more pictures. Here are the photos I managed to get of this elegant creature. Apparently the Heron signifies patience, just waiting and going with the flow – seems about right for these strange times.
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I tried to take a photo of a lovely blue hydrangea for a reader that I know loves them but the wind was wild! I took a short video instead.
Daughter No 3 sent me this beautiful poem thinking it might qualify as a “beautiful thing.” It most certainly does. My photo is of the moon rising over St Agnes Beacon, three weeks or so ago.
“If the Moon Came Out Only Once a Month” by Cathy Ross
If the moon came out only once a month
people would appreciate it more. They’d mark it
in their datebooks, take a walk by moonlight, notice
how their bedroom window framed its silver smile.
And if the moon came out just once a year,
it would be a holiday, with tinsel streamers
tied to lampposts, stores closing early
so no one has to work on lunar eve,
travelers rushing to get home by moon-night,
celebrations with champagne and cheese.
Folks would stay awake ’til dawn
to watch it turn transparent and slowly fade away.
And if the moon came out randomly,
the world would be on wide alert, never knowing
when it might appear, spotters scanning empty skies,
weathermen on TV giving odds—“a 10% chance
of moon tonight”—and when it suddenly began to rise,
everyone would cry “the moon is out,” crowds
would fill the streets, jostling and pointing,
night events would be canceled,
moon-closure signs posted on the doors.
And if the moon rose but once a century,
ascending luminous and lush on a long-awaited night,
all humans on the planet would gather
in huddled, whispering groups
to stare in awe, dazzled by its brilliance,
enchanted by its spell. Years later,
they would tell their children, “Yes, I saw it once.
Maybe you will live to see it too.”
But the moon is always with us,
an old familiar face, like the mantel clock,
so no one pays it much attention.
why not go outside and gaze up in wonder,
as if you’d never seen it before,
as if it were a miracle,
as if you had been waiting
all your life.
“If the Moon Came Out Only Once a Month” by Cathy Ross, from If the Moon Came Out Only Once a Month. © Forsythia Press, 2012.
I have tried to track down the poet but cannot find any contact to ask her permission to post it. L found it on another blog and I have contacted the blog writer who doesn’t know how to get in touch with Cathy Ross. If anyone out there can help, please do.
I sent photos of the new masks to Barcelona last night and this morning had a call – teenage LiveWire doesn’t want beads this time, please can I make another with elastic? Of course! That makes a total of 50 and today I have cleared away all my sewing stuff ready to get my glass out again.
Monday night is choir rehearsal. I really miss my singing and the people with whom I sing.
The beautiful Autumn day saw us just take our local walk where there was a surprising amount of colour – and lots of blackberries still to snack on.
Much of my day was spent completing the next set of masks for our Barcelona family. That’s 49 I’ve made altogether, for us, family and friends and I think that’s enough!
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I’ve had an interesting day. In between making another set of masks for the Barcelona branch of the family, I’ve been trying to replicate the delicious vegan chocolate orange cake we had the other day. The vegan sponge seemed to work well, I made a vegan orange jelly to go in the middle and a vegan chocolate ganache and it did look lovely! Sadly, it’s not a patch on my usual cakes and I will have to try again – halve the amount of cake, double the chocolate and sharpen up the orange jelly!
I’ve given a big chunk to our lovely taster next door. I guess her view will match with ours!