The day is once more glorious but where is the rain? Sunday a day of rest, will all days be like this in the future? On Sundays Paul would occasionally cook a full on breakfast. He was incredibly slow and I would have to have some toast earlier on to keep hunger pangs at bay. Timed for 10.0.clock coffee time. You can see how I miss this time, happiness built in a moment. Also at this time of year was the welcoming of the cherry blossom on the two trees. Tiny cups would be found from the back of the cupboard, and the Saki wine heated and put in a jug and then we would drink it in the garden, toasting the blossom, the weather as warm as it is today.
Of course they were not the fruit cherries but the over exuberant pink flowering Japanese cherries, and I with my utilitarian background would wish for the cherries later on in the year.
A friend from Hawaii said he would like to come back this summer and bring some Saki wine to drink at a memorial do, but it hardly seems that such a gathering of people will happen in the present climate.
Books; Once again untidiness! I took photos of my books yesterday, and today I picked up Wendell Berry to read. I like his writing, and those large horses he used to farm with. He is now old and seen as a poet and prophet, 'The Peace of Wild Things' you will hear in the video below. As a poem it seems apt for today's troubles but contains in its message that beautiful gleam of hope as we wander amongst our wonderful wild world - never give up ;)