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Summer Solstice, Poem and Cookies

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. 

    
 

 
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Posted by on June 20, 2016 in baking, Beauty, Happiness, Kindness

 

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New Patio, Clematis and Summer Solstice Poem

1   Our Lady Betty Balfour Clematis, which is supposed to flower in September, has given us two beautiful blooms already.

Lady Betty Balfour

Lady Betty Balfour

2    We have had a beautiful new slate terrace laid very expertly and are delighted with it. Now we just have to re-plant up the wall and the border.

New terrace

New terrace

3   We are going out this evening to celebrate the Summer Solstice with our friends, N,G&T, who have the new woodland. I found this beautiful poem by Roselle Angwin which I really like and which suits tonight just perfectly.  Tonight we will be singing and raising hope, friendship and love.

poem for the summer solstice

Lanes on the cusp of honeysuckle and dog-rose,
ash and oak in their full clothes.

Here where this damselfly alights
on the solar globe of the ox-eye daisy,
where the spells that make rain and wind
and bird-tracks pleach the air –

again and again we sing the sun back up,
spin summer-short moonlight into our hair;
again and again in this circle of days and nights
against loss, decay, death, we raise hope, friendship, love.

Brief lives; but the stuff of which we’re made
is starfire and water – everything holds our trace.

~ Roselle Angwin © 2012

 

 

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