Silent are the woods, and the dim green boughs are
hushed in the twilight: yonder in the path through
The apple orchard, is a tired plough-boy
Calling the cows home.
A bright white star blinks, the pale moon rounds, but
Still the red, lurid wreckage of the sunset
Smoulders in smoky fire, and burns on
The misty hill-tops.
Ghostly it grows, and darker, the burning
Fades into smoke, and now the gusty oaks are
A silent army of phantoms thronging
A land of shadows.
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Friday, 30 April 2010
The Scholars - W.B. Yeats
BALD heads forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald headsEdit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love's despair
To flatter beauty's ignorant ear.
They'll cough in the ink to the world's end;
Wear out the carpet with their shoes
Earning respect; have no strange friend;
If they have sinned nobody knows.
Lord what would they say
Should their Catullus walk that way?
Thursday, 29 April 2010
The Law the Lawyers Know Nothing About - H.D.C. Pepler
The law the lawyers know about
Is property and land;
But why the leaves are on the trees,
And why the waves disturb the seas,
And why honey is the food of bees,
Why horses have such tender knees,
Why winters come when rivers freeze,
Why Faith is more than what one sees,
And Hope survives the worst disease,
And Charity is more than these,
They do not understand.
Is property and land;
But why the leaves are on the trees,
And why the waves disturb the seas,
And why honey is the food of bees,
Why horses have such tender knees,
Why winters come when rivers freeze,
Why Faith is more than what one sees,
And Hope survives the worst disease,
And Charity is more than these,
They do not understand.
Monday, 8 March 2010
Tea
(also from The Elegance of the Hedgehog)
The tea ritual: such a precise repetition of the same gestures and the same tastes; accession to the simple, authentic and refined sensations, a licence granted to all, at little cost, to become aristocrats of taste, because tea is the beverage of the wealthy and of the poor; the tea ritual, therefore, has the extraordinary virtue of introducing into the absurdity of our lives an aperture of serene harmony. Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, the autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And with each swallow, time is sublimed.
The tea ritual: such a precise repetition of the same gestures and the same tastes; accession to the simple, authentic and refined sensations, a licence granted to all, at little cost, to become aristocrats of taste, because tea is the beverage of the wealthy and of the poor; the tea ritual, therefore, has the extraordinary virtue of introducing into the absurdity of our lives an aperture of serene harmony. Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, the autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And with each swallow, time is sublimed.
Morning Tea (from The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery)
I pour the tea and we sip in silence. We have never had our tea together in the morning, and this break with our usual protocol imbues the ritual with a strange flavour.
Yes, this sudden transmutation in the order of things seems to enhance our pleasure, as if consecrating the unchanging nature of a ritual established over our afternoons together, a ritual that has ripened into a solid and meaningful reality. Today, because our ritual has been transgressed, it suddenly acquires all its power; we are tasting the splendid gift of this unexpected morning as if it were some precious nectar; ordinary gestures have an extraordinary resonance, as we breathe in the fragrance of the tea, savour it, lower our cups, serve more and sip again: every gesture has the bright aura of rebirth. At moments like this the web of life is revealed by the power of ritual, and each time we renew our ceremony, the pleasure will be all the greater for our having violated one of its principles. Moments like this act as magical interludes, placing our hearts at the edge of our souls: fleetingly, yet intensely, a fragment of eternity has come to enrich time. Elsewhere the world may be blustering or sleeping, wars are fought, people live and die, some nations disintegrate, while others are born, soon to be swallowed up in turn - and in all this sound and fury, amidst eruptions and undertows, while the world goes its merry way, bursts into flames, tears itself apart and is reborn: human life continues to throb.
So, let us drink a cup of tea.
Monday, 1 March 2010
Fresh Ideas
http://www.freshideas.org.uk/
Supporting local community food projects, to make healthy food more available to local communities.
Supporting local community food projects, to make healthy food more available to local communities.
Friday, 26 February 2010
Vegetable Growing Calendar
http://www.seedtoplate.co.uk/vegetable_sowing_calendar/
It's essential to sow seeds at the right time of year to ensure healthy plants and a big crop. Visit your grow guides for the specific sowing methods you need to use for each type of veg.
It's essential to sow seeds at the right time of year to ensure healthy plants and a big crop. Visit your grow guides for the specific sowing methods you need to use for each type of veg.
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