We had a lovely dinner at Jackie's last night - chicken kiev and asparagus, with ice cream and brownies to follow. And we saw Jacks again today as she was presiding over the tea and cakes at the Lyminster Garden tour. The gardens, six in all (see the Captain's Log for photos) were splendid, the weather was perfect, the water lilies had come out in the vicar's pond, the peonies were just bursting into flower and the poppies! Wow.
All miracles. There is a poem by Dylan Thomas that contains the line 'the force that through the green fuse drives the flower'. And I wanted to ask everyone there - especially the Vicar - what is the force that through the green fuse drives the flower?
Would anyone have given me the answer?
Its the spirit of the Sovereign Lord Jehovah, the Grand Creator.
But I didn't say anything...
We were watching the last episode of 'Halycon River' together tonight, and Richard the photographer who has taken us through a year in the life of his stretch of the Halycon, was photographing a dragonfly emerging from its nymphal stage. He was very moved and spoke of the amazing, brilliant engineering of it all.
Once again, he was seeing the work of our Grand Creator. Although when Paradise is restored i don't suppose those ferocious nymphs will be gobbling up all the little pond creatures in quite the same way.
Bea arrives tomorrow and we all head up North.
Hitch up them huskies.