Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
Is this another expression of longing for the lost paradise? We cannot go back, but it does lie before us, earthwide.
Whether there will be any snow this winter remains to be seen. The sunflowers were meant to be a contrast, a bit of sunshine in the snowy midwinter - but sometimes the days seem quite Springlike and a picture of deep snow would actually have provided more of a contrast this midwinter.
An odd thing. I have discovered the difference between making garlic bread in Saudi Arabia and making it here. The reason for my suddenly making this earth-shaking discovery is that while I made garlic bread all the time in Saudi as we entertained a lot, I haven't made it for ages. Anyway, I made a freezer full over the holidays and found that while in Planet Expat the butter was always lovely and soft, easily mashed with the garlic, and easily spread, here, in the UK in midWinter, the butter simply did not soften and I had to put it on in chunks.
However, it came out hot, crispy and buttery and it did taste good - and was very popular. The visiting dog enjoyed a piece too - just as our lovely Shadow always used to. At least - I imagine she would have enjoyed it, had anyone, say her Auntie Sue, slipped her a slice under the table...
When I managed to get off to sleep last night I dreamt about D.B.Cooper - the mysterious hijacker, who may, or may not have escaped with a lot of money after parachuting out of a plane.
No-one even knows who he was, to this day. Why I should have dreamt about him I do not know. I didn't even know I remembered his name. It keeps my two remaining brain cells at full stretch remembering my own name these days.
And my dream offered no answer to the puzzle of who he was and what happened. But I hope he is OK wherever he is. But it is hard to imagine that he would have survived that parachute jump.
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