Lipsticked Girl

Song
A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.
 
There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.
by Seamus Heaney

Hear him read the poem

Wet and grey lifted to a beautiful day. I have been working in the garden, clearing around the pond, collecting the last of the apples (so good) and putting the gunnera to bed. 

It being Tuesday and the Autumn, tonight is art house and chips!  Tonight's film is Les Gardiennes - the trailer looked beautiful but sad.