This amazing Moth was the one we chose for our August calendar. It continues to be a good moth year, so maybe our 2026 calendar will be moths again - IF we live that long of course.
On Thursday night, the last day of July, as Col picked me up from the evening meeting at the Kingdom Hall, we found that we were "between the two evenings", Biblically speaking. It was no longer daylight, but twilight. So the year has really turned.
We also found there was a police car parked blocking the way in which the caravans have been coming onto the Green. Which is a bit worrying, as while I do want them to go in their due course, just under two weeks, I don't want there to be any aggro just outside our windows.
However, on Friday afternoon they all packed up and left, where to I do not know. I find I will miss the horses grazing quietly on the Green outside our window. Many years ago I became very friendly with a gypsy horse called Floss, as I took her carrots every day. But I was young, with legs that worked properly back then.
I really do not like change - as I find I am missing them all! That would be my Aspergery nature, the advantage of which is I never get bored, finding fascination in the repetitious and the mundane, along with the astonishing variety of nature - the seas, the sunrises, the sunsets, all different, all lovely.
The sea this early morning is calm and blue under a sky that still has some of the pale pink streaks of dawn.
What a precious gift life is! And what an extraordinary set of circumstances led to us being here at all. My parents - my father a country boy from a small town in Belarus, and my mother from a small village outside Manchester - should never even have met each other. But meet and marry they did.
So I feel impelled to blog this poem again - while always bearing in mind the hope that, when the time comes, Jehovah will wake me from the dreamless sleep of death, as I hope he will wake all of us.
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