Grades are in and I am safely come to Dundee. There were happy family greetings, gifts, and packages waiting — and even a bit of sun. And much silliness, of course. Now #tea and the opportunity to idle and write. There’s time to let much of the madness of a harsh year slip away, if only to return to the resistance later strengthened.
At passport control, the fellow asked ‘Purpose of your visit?’
‘To avoid having to hear about that orange idiot twenty-four hours a day.’
From Leechdom, Wortcunning and Starcraft of Early England, a compendium of wonderful folk knowledge of early Anglo-Saxon England, a charm using bread [hláf] hallowed on August 1st [hláfmæsse-dæg] the traditional grain harvest day:
Summer’s last hurrah this month: in sunny Dundee the flowers still bloom:
But the rowan berries have come too, and they spell my doom:
The rain came but I chased it away so I could visit one of my favourite hidden places in London. Beautiful.
Indulge me: here are some lovely things of spring.
This girl: ‘Let me be in the picture!’
Nothing up her sleeve.
I did manage to turn Elsa into a rock chick briefly…
…which did not go over well.
So I had to be a princess, too.
Happy Earth Day: here are the benefits of the last few flights going by way of Amsterdam.