Life

The Shaggy Parasols Chlorophyllum rhacodes are emerging from the earth in the conifer plantation. It must be Autumn.

As I sit writing this the local children are outside, happily chatting as they walk home from school. What a heart-wrenching contrast to the lives of those desperate refugee families daily washing up on the shores of Europe. There but for the grace of God go we all. 

Earlier today, chamberlainjohn reminded us of the pertinent words of John Donne.

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.