Someday

Sunday, Sunday. Breakfast, walk with dogs, confrontation with a green monster.

Jacob

 Sunday is a day of rest. So it's also a day for reflection. I have no need of anything and no debilitating angst today. The weather is threatening though. The sky is saving itself up for an apocalyptic deluge in the afternoon, but for now we are safe.


The dogs are as enthusiastic as ever and Syrup is worryingly fat. 


Sergio, Loreto's son, arrived from Madrid this morning, so she is happy and busy trying to organise things?

Sergio and Loreto

  Her daughter, Alba, is still in Madrid.


Here is a picture of the green monster:

Green monster

I'm not entirely sure what it is. It looks too big to be a grass hopper and too small to be a komodo dragon or an elephant. 

If it's a grass hopper, it's in the wrong place for vegetation

Looking for the wild strawberries

  That's your lot for Sunday. We did go to the beach in the afternoon and very nice it was. My metal detector was primed and ready for hunting for coins, watches and jewellery but I didn't manage to wait until the beach was deserted.


Poem:

THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.