Saturday, 24 August 2013
Wednesday, 21 August 2013
Massaya
Every once in awhile I have the most perfect day. Yesterday was a case in point, enhanced with this Massaya red from the Bekaa Valley
Saturday, 17 August 2013
Supper at Bista
Wednesday, 14 August 2013
Spell to destroy speed cameras
O ye demons, and all princes and every kind of demon whom your gods cast from heaven on high, I adjure you and order you to obey my command and my precepts. Just as God commanded the Jordan and it stood still and that the children of Israel might walk across without hindrance, so do I command you to obey my precepts day and night, at all hours and moments and be subject to my precepts. Just as the Red Sea obeyed Moses and Aaron when it divided and provided a dry path for the children of Israel, so by invocation of Our Lord Jesus Christ. I command you to obey me without delay and render the speed camera in Shillingford to decay, turn to dust removing all trace of images therein!
Tuesday, 13 August 2013
Goose Family
The family of geese I have been nurturing since the spring disappeared last week. I assumed they had flown off, on the start of their great adventure!
Yesterday the combine harvesters were out in this part of Oxfordshire. Given the recent excellent weather, I assume wheat yields, will be up this year.
This morning just after day break I was walking Patch the collie across one of the newly threshed fields and found a flock of Canada Geese, presumably stocking up their grain reserves before migration. Just slightly away from the main group were nine birds in the same formation I had witnessed many times on the nearby pool. Whilst the main flock prepared for flight, my nine came trotting over to say goodbye. How good was that?
Monday, 12 August 2013
Perseid Meteor shower
Every year, from around July 17 to August 24, our planet Earth crosses the orbital path of Comet Swift-Tuttle, the parent of the Perseid meteor shower. Debris from this comet litters the comet’s orbit, but we don’t really get into the thick of the comet rubble until after the first week of August. The bits and pieces from Comet Swift-Tuttle slam into the Earth’s upper atmosphere at some 210,000 kilometers (130,000 miles) per hour, lighting up the night time with fast-moving Perseid meteors. If our planet happens to pass through an unusually dense clump of meteoroids – comet rubble – we’ll see an elevated number of meteors. We can always hope!
Comet Swift-Tuttle has a very eccentric – oblong – orbit that takes this comet outside the orbit of Pluto when farthest from the sun, and inside the Earth’s orbit when closest to the sun. It orbits the sun in a period of about 133 years. Every time this comet passes through the inner solar system, the sun warms and softens up the ices in the comet, causing it to release fresh comet material into its orbital stream. Comet Swift-Tuttle last reached perihelion – closest point to the sun – in December 1992 and will do so next in July 2126.
My field of vision was somewhat limited but even so, I saw seven meteors in the clear sky over Oxfordshire. It was a pleasant evening sitting out with the sheepdog, warmed by my firepit, contemplating the vastness of the universe.
Not all of me will die!
Graveyards are peaceful places, where one goes to contemplate and remember. Surrounded by anonymous names, people who have left grieving loved ones. Who were they, what did they do, were they happy, did they have full and satisfying lives. A cross section of ages, skewed towards those in their seventies and eighties. I sat and wondered, in front of one grave in particular. It was recent, obvious by the fresh flowers and lack of a headstone. I was wondering what would be his epitaph. Some words etched in a granite or marble block that his family deliberated on at length between their tears. A few words to both describe a life and fill for them the dark void of his departure. Then I noticed where the grass was tinged with a faintly brown circle as though a plant pot had been removed. How sad, one can only wonder why?
"I am not alone a solitary red kite circles overhead,
sky dancer dip and rise, among the suns intermittent rays,
silver crowning it's russet mantles, he seeks the breeze,
pirouetting above this place of special memories,
his sharp eye spots a new rose, far below,
re-established , now resting at my feet,
amongst the verdant hues of Dorcic,
non omnis moriar"