31st October, 2018 Wednesday
Halloween. Samhain. Cloudy grey moist day with little drizzle here and there but great dramatics all across the sky. Day came up dark and drear. The gold in the young waning maples out the kitchen window lift off the grey canvas of the day and define their own dimension. Transcendent. Klimt gilded canvases after many years of painting trees in their different wardrobes of the year. He knew the gold in my leaves.
This Election. This Election. Six more days of Trump bombasting anything that’s full of Bullshit to energize his base. Sessions calling out the Synagogue shooting as antithetical to everything this country stands for. Didn’t the GOP understand they were fueling the Racist Genie in America’s stoppered bottle of we have spent the last 163 invoking the Better Angels of Human Nature to contain? Didn’t they understand they were allowing a bonfire to be lit by supporting the Orange Idiot. Holy Christ, please let go this insanity.
SIL called this am. He had come home last night and was looking for a walk with pup and someone he could talk to since he’s been alone in strong big woods. We went to the Spit with Corgiette. Its quite a place to rain the dogs but not for sighthounds I am afraid. The River leave a sand spit for the summer time and the winter waters rise the river and the Spit sleeps under the Season at the top of the Year. We talked and walked and threw the stick for Corgiette and then found sandwiches in town.
The veil twixt here and wherever it is we go is thought to be right thin from now until the Spring. If you reach for those you wish to feel, you just might find they are not too far away.
Tea. Creamed. Earled and Honeyed.
Ta.
Tea With Me 