Two moments of awareness in one day, who’d have thought it: -
It’s not that I wouldn’t have seen this chink of light breaking
through the darkness of the afternoon but today I made an effort
to let it please me instead of just shivering and scuttling for home
as quickly as possible.
Paul came this morning to start the great tidy up of the woodland garden.
He also took the time to strim a path for me from the side gate down to the moat.
This path, which is normally very overgrown, becomes slippery once rain
freezes and icy patches form. Now I can see where I put my boots and
may save myself from a tumble down the bank.
Thank you Paul.
There is one pleasure yet to come tonight: it’s poetry evening chez Friko. The subject is ‘Battle’ (as opposed to war poetry). Not a subject I find riveting but I’ve found a couple of potboilers, one of which is funny: "The Battle of Hastings", which ends with ‘Arold on ‘is 'orse with an eyeful of arrow and a ‘awk on 'is ‘and, preferably to be read in a Cockney accent. while the other is a patriotic, gung-ho thing - "The Battle of the Baltic” - which is full of cannon, gore and hearts of oak.
I’d better get the wine and nibbles ready.