Sunday, September 07, 2014

Autumn...

..and the misty look of suburban gardens in the very early morning, as I gathered apples and sought out the last blackberries... faint spider webs looping across from straggling bramble to battered fence, and surprisingly tangly and sticky when one walks into them...

More people at church than we have seen all summer, people moving up to make room: it's weird, some families do seem to see Sunday Mass as optional during the holiday season, and reappear when September signals the start of the routine of work and normal life...

Off to the West Country for a round of visits. I settled with a  newspaper and a copy of Standpoint  and was soon absorbed but, looking up at one point, I was struck by the utterly glorious beauty of the scene rushing past outside the window ...the countryside in golden harvest,  glowing in  evening light, fabulous, almost heartbreakingly so, and curiously, somehow,  also vulnerable-looking...

And  thoughts blended  this with the relentless fearsome reality of what is unfolding in the world and in our country.

It is my birthday. 

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