Friday 11th November - poppy day

"It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder."
—Leonard Cohen

A straggly hedge through which the hedge sparrows every morning make their way

Well another personality has died, one of my heroes, at 82 Leonard Cohen has slipped away from this world, only a few blogs away I put up one of his songs - You Want it Darker I suspect he knew that death was on the way. For me he was a poet, his dark gravelly voice did not actually appeal but it was distinctive and conveyed the tone of the words, always important.  I suspect that I see this death as part of the 60s falling apart in this century, this is the century of the lunatics in charge, a complete power shift to large banks and organisations, the 'important' people skitter across the stage, we hardly know them by name, they put the jesters upfront Boris, Trump and of course Farage to distract us from what is really happening.

I have just bought a car, nothing special, just a small Kia from a local garage, used but with only 14000 miles on the clock, several years warranty, and sadly bright red, but it was such a good buy I had to put aesthetics aside and live with the colour, not being delivered till next week, and I am very nervous about driving again but hey-ho.

As a small aside and recording detail;  Nigel came over this morning, to tell us that his dog Jet had died at the beginning of November. Sad news for them, but rather than mope they went out to local rescue centres and now have  another dog.  Jet was a large creature given to barking at all the farm machinery as it went along the road, when he was younger he used to race the tractors from the bottom of the field to the house.  He went at a good age, and though I don't think it is coincidental our friend in Cornwall who has 6 working border collies also had two dogs suffer strokes about two weeks ago, though thankfully not fatal. I suspect the changing of the seasons has something to do with it.






Everything has a crack in it, that is how the light gets in.  Leonard Cohen