Dewfall on high field

Autumn is a king's progress
largesse lies ripe on the land

up, down the furrow your midas touch
rains gold
rainbows are from your glance

Fall of rain, evenfall, of all is blessing!


Daniel Berrigan.

Alas, I cannot join the new poetry group on blipfoto because I am still saving for membership! Anyone want to buy a pot or two of luxury rose facial moisturiser? Sorry, I know we are not here to sell things....

Right now, I am eating my supper that I prepared earlier, and looking at two poetry books: Zen Poems, and Earth Prayers. I must have at least two hundred poetry books. Question is, should I still leave, in my handmade will, my poetry book collection to a former friend who has not spoken to me for years, because she believes I did her wrong by acting as a go-between in matters relating to property?

I think I should. It would not be very Zen not to. Besides, I am not planning on going anywhere. Even my passport has expired, I realised today.

Spent most of today lying in the cabin, birdwatching and reading the frequently hilarious Cold Comfort Farm. The goldfinches are back; the nuthatches never left, the robin can feed perfectly well from a hanging feeder. Squirrels have been defeated by the latest squirrel-proof feeder (£5.99 from Wilkinsons!).Of the greater spotted woodpeckers there is no sign, though the suet pellets have been out for a week and are popular with others. I do not know when I will have the chance to blip my namesake