There was a Privet Hawk-moth on our balcony this morning. It moved about restlessly, fell off the balcony ceiling, landed on Col's hand, where it seemed quite happy, and was then moved by the photographer himself to a safe perch among the geraniums. Now it has decided to come in (the balcony doors are open, it is hot) and settle on our mirror. Rather clever really as the camouflage is perfect. Or would be, if it had settled itself completely on the frame.
Still even the cheekiest bird is not going to fly in here and grab it, so it is safe for the moment.
The mirror used to hang at Nabbs, in the big drawing room, with the grand piano. My sister and I, as children, used to stare at ourselves in it. Now - can you credit it - it reflects us as a pair of elderly ladies. Can its reflecting powers be wearing out, or, gulp, is something else happening?
It hung at my parents' retirement bungalow. And now it's here. It goes to one of the nephews when we go. And who knows maybe it will continue into the new system of things on the earth, and my grandparents, if they are to come back in the resurrection, will be re-united with it.
It will give everyone who looks in it the loveliest of reflections then.
I was a householder in the School last night. We were the last part, the Bible study - a 5-minuter - and were discussing the importance of attending meetings, as Jehovah always congregates his people, for teaching and for encouragement.
I wasn't at my best. Heat. Demoralising new haircut, but we got through it.
There was a moment of sadness when rehearsing it on Wednesday though. Driving back, I passed the little turning that leads to Jackie's and was thinking of how many times we have driven down there, walked down there, and now she is just a voice on the phone.
No comments:
Post a Comment