How the Wren Earns his Living; How Moon-beholders Rest

                                               Wild Rose

                                                   Pinks

We need to get cards and money off to the two graduates in the Oz Branch of the family, and also get into Worthing to visit a friend who is still in hospital.  I have sent a card and two letters but think now we must get over there.  And we seem to have a window in my many medical appointments - but, having said that, Col is not too well at the moment... and we had to cancel.  Not sure if it was food poisoning or a bug.  The G.P. wasn't sure either, and you cannot risk taking a stomach bug into a hospital ward.

We were watching the opening of the new Elizabeth line on the London underground today, and I thought rather sadly that my days of underground travel are over.  I think I am too shaky on my feet to cope with it now.  But it felt strange after all those years - living in London as a very young child - visiting Aunt Jo who always lived there - us as young marrieds commuting to work on the Tube - and then later in retirement we had our days out - via rail, tube and bus - to visit Exhibitions and Galleries with Jacks and Aunt Bea and sometimes Amy.  Its yet another thing coming to an end.  

Our lives are so short now, but Jehovah is offering all of us back what our first parents lost, everlasting life in the restored earthly paradise.   

Will we accept his offer?  It is entirely up to each one of us.

We were talking to Jacks today - by phone - during a sudden afternoon thunderstorm  

Captain Moth-Butterfly surprised me by suggesting a walk on Monday - and so we had a very short walk to the sea and back  - taking photos of the flowers of May as we went - well, such flowers as will thrive right by the sea. There was a very strong wind blowing and a lovely light. We are both limping a bit at the moment, but we made it.

And hopefully some of the flower photos he took will head this blog.

The natural world, Jehovah's creation, is such a source of inspiration and creativity.   Here are two lovely Haiku, the first by Kobayahsi Issa, the second by Matsuo Basho.  I wish I could be as inspired to something similar by our valiant and beautiful seaside flowers.

The wren
Earns his living
Noiselessly.

- Kobayahsi Issa

From time to time
The clouds give rest
To the moon-beholders.

- Matsuo Bashō

https://www.haiku-poetry.org/famous-haiku.html