One of those frustrating Solstice mornings - although, for those who believe that a little rain must fall into each life, oddly comforting.
The showers over the last couple of hours as we stood looking expectantly, waiting for the Eastern glow have left us all just slightly - but not terribly - sodden. And the Solstice dawn itself broke cloudy. But not quite so cloudy that we couldn't see anything at all. There is very definitely something bright over there - behind that bank of white cloud.
Now morning has broken, blackbird is singing, and there is a sweetness to the wet garden. As Gussie Fink-Nottle once said - "It's a beautiful world, P.K. Purvis."
I thought Gussie Fink-Nottle said something about newts.
ReplyDeleteHe went into a lot of detail about their mating habits, I believe. But he also said it was a beautiful world, along with condemning Bertie Wooster as a pessimist. And claiming that a small boy cheated in the Scripture Knowledge exam.
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