September 29, 2022
Good morning!
It’s Thursday. After all that, I spotted a bee on the cosmos yesterday. Harmony having been restored in the garden, I decided to walk down to the ocean and see how it was doing.
Partway down the wooded path, the crickets stopped me and asked if I could convey a message to you. They were very insistent about it, as you’ll hear. I don’t speak cricket, so I don’t know what they’re saying—but I trust it’s important. Tap the sideways triangle up top to give it a listen. Oh, the bell buoy also says hi.
September’s Baccalaureate
A combination is
Of Crickets — Crows — and Retrospects
And a dissembling Breeze
That hints without assuming —
An Innuendo sear
That makes the Heart put up its Fun
And turn Philosopher.Emily Dickinson
Any guess what they’re saying?
Onwards,
Clara
September 29, 2022
Oh how I loved this! I was completely transported! The quote/poem was so lovely too! I wish that I could hug you!
The sound of crickets (and cicadas) carries me back to some of my favorite times and places, but I'm honing in on 'Retrospects' in Emily Dickinson's poem. Today is 'Michaelmas;' last night, I read about 'Michaelmas daisies' in a P. D. James mystery. What a surprise to find out that Michaelmas daisies are what the British call 'asters!' I found the following unattributed passage from a poem: 'The Michaelmas daisies, among dead weeds, Bloom for St. Michael's valorous deeds . . . '
Wishing you all a day full of beauty and joyful color tucked into unexpected places : -)