Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Petals of loss
Have we forgotten?
So it would appear.
One hundred years and no lessons learnt.
How many images of atrocity
must we see before enough is enough?
Mankind has battled since time began,
does that mean we must until the end?
And womankind, we’re not without guilt,
warrior queens were not legend but manifest.
Leave battles to the playground
To the realms of history, herstory,
fiction and myth.
Cease now,
while a poppy still blooms on this earth.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon, the moon.
Edward Lear, The Owl and the Pussycat.
I’ve tried a few times to take a good photo of the moon, and as we able to see a super moon at the moment I thought I would try again. Try being the operative word! The main problem is that I really need to go to sleep, so I’m too tired and lazy to use a tripod. So as last nights effort left a lot to be desired I’m sharing a few little quotes and facts instead.
Eskimos believe that the moon influences fertility, if a woman bathes her naked belly in its light she will fall pregnant.
The fact that sometimes there are two full moons in a calendar month gives rise to the expression ‘once in a blue moon’, metaphorically a rare event.
There is a town in Ontario, Canada called Moonbeam – I want to go there!
Scrolls from Mesopotamia mention a lunar eclipse in 2283bc.
With some exceptions, the moon is usually considered to be feminine.
Many moon songs have been written, do you have a favourite? Mine is probably Moondance by Van Morrison.
Many gardeners work with the moon cycle, for instance if you want a tree to grow strong and healthy, its best to plant it during a rising, waxing moon, just after the first quarter and best of all, in the night.
Lavender should be planted in the first quarter, then it will have the most intense fragrance.
One of my favourite flowers, and the one my perfume contains, is the flower of night mystery. It’s said that the souls of the moon inhabit its blossoms.
Human Beings
The various aspects of the Moon stimulate physical humors and maladies, since it would seem that the condition of lunatics is more serious during one phase of the moon than another
Bartholomaeus Angelicus
Angelicus may have been right, crime rates seem to rise at full moon.
An old wives tale says that we should have our hair cut during the full moon for the best effect on its beauty and condition.
Surgeons in ancient Rome observed that blood flowed more profusely during full moon.
At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door
and open the love-window.
The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.
Rumi
I’ve never really posted quotes before, I hope some are new to you, and here is the photo I took last night, I’ll keep practicing!
. . . was last week, and I spent two evenings there enjoying the street entertainment and the lovely relaxed atmosphere.
As always there were lots of crazy characters around.
A nice drop of special Annings cider!
The fabulous samba band Street Heat, chilled outside the Anchor before their performance on the sea front.
I burnt a few calories dancing to the beat. You can check them out here, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2UI5jWqxBw
As if this wasn’t delightful enough, I also had a lush salted honeycomb ice cream
Jo Bryant if you come to the south west next year come in early august 🙂
It’s World Lion Day today!
photo from WORLD LION DAY official site
“An independent campaign working to highlight the importance of the lion globally and to raise lion conservation awareness worldwide. “Saving the King of Beasts to Save Ourselves”
…The lion is an enduring symbol across the nations and has fascinated man throughout the millennia. To lose such a species would be to lose a significant part of our global heritage.”
as stated at the official ‘World Lion Day‘ campaign page.
photo © Greg Du Toit
“The one excellent thing that can be learned from a lion is that whatever a man intends doing should be done by him with a whole-hearted and strenuous effort.”
Chanakya
Photo © Carole Deschuymere
Featured image from World Lion Day campaign ©…
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When I think of texture I think close up and one the places I like taking close up photos is the seashore. I lovely pootling around a beach in winter hunting for treasure that has been delivered by the tide or has waited for millennia for my lens. So this weeks photo challenge was easy, simple photos from nature.
Perhaps you have some textures to share? Visit http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/texture/ to join in.
Rowanberries red
harbingers of sharp winter
sustenance for birds.
But it never was. Just now, for the umpteenth time recently, I’ve been picking, de-stringing and chopping runner beans. As I stood there I remembered some of the many years I’ve done this, since I was a little girl, perhaps five or six. I always helped my grandparents, I loved it, the bright green of the pod and then inside, the pinky red of the bean. It made me feel grown up to use a sharp veggie knife, as I opened the pod, the fresh scent and juice transferred itself to my little hands.
I doubt many five year olds would slice beans these days, their parents would be worried that they would cut themselves. Even my own children didn’t, there were too many other things to do. Perhaps that’s the problem, too much doing of techy things, TV, computers and games consoles. Making connections, just I am now, with the virtual world, instead of getting hands on and mucky.
Well I’m glad I know how to prepare runner beans. I didn’t like them back then, and I still don’t. I have discovered that they may delicious spicy chutney though, so I’ll keep on chopping.
I never did cut myself either, in fact I’m more likely to now, I’m far more blasé. I didn’t burn myself on a hot pan back then either, but in between writing this post and chopping beans I’ve been making blackcurrant jelly. Not only did I burn myself but I also let it boil all over onto the hob , making a sticky red mess to clear up!
Just a few days after holidaymakers enjoyed sightings of a group of three dolphins leaping in the waves in Cornwall, I came across this heart-breaking sight on the beach as Seaton, in east Devon, today. It’s most likely that this beautiful creature drowned. She still had a fish hook attached to her skin, above and to the right of her eye, with a couple of feet of line dangling. She could have become entangled in it and rolled in an attempt to free herself.
Sea temperatures have been above average recently and sightings have increased. This is the first time I’ve seen a dolphin and I don’t ever want to see one like this again. Fishermen, please take care.
Lucid Gypsy 