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The family, that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor in our innermost hearts, ever quite wish to. ~ Dodie Smith ~ From her play Dear Octopus Also lovely: her novel / movie: I Capture the Castle |
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Back in May, I realized it was time to take down the Easter / Spring wreaths but didn’t really have anything summery or any little flags for Memorial Day, So — instead of holding out for Halloween — I jumped straight to my new black cat. After all, it’s ALWAYS Black Cat Season around here, right?
By adding a red, white, and blue bow, we were all set for Memorial Day, the 4th of July, Bastille Day and Labor Day!
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| Wendy Andrew ~ Painting Dreams ~ Winter |
The Harvest Moon
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.
So people can't sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!
And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.
Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry 'We are ripe, reap us!' and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.
by Ted Hughes
from Season Songs (Faber & Faber)
[More about this poem]
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| The Waxing Harvest Moon |
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| There was also this fingernail moon back in July! |
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| And our corner in August. |
