It's a batten down the hatches day. Strong winds forecast for the whole weekend (gusting to 70+ mph). On the plus side it is much warmer than of late. In fact this is the first time in weeeeeks that I'm not wearing thermals.
I had to go to the shop to get milk before breakfast, setting off around 8:30. The whole of the eastern/southern sky was flaming. This is the best piccy I could get - but it doesn't really do justice to the scene.
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Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver
Ah some proper culture - thanks Chris.
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