Thanks to everyone who managed to come to see us on Friday, we had a lovely afternoon and if anyone is feeling aggrieved due to lack of chocolate cakes, please pop over right now, any time, day or night, no need to dress up, although wearing clothes in some format would be appreciated. Happy Easter everyone. And a candle for Joni.
A poem for today, if you are minded to read the whole of it, click here.
“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
“They called me the hyacinth girl.”
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
The Waste Land, I. The Burial of the Dead by T.S. Eliot
