I've read a couple of amusing blogpost, here (cyber-coenobites) and here (jabblog, hope you don't mind ...)
Both posts are along the same kind of musings I was indulging in... what happens during that hour? If, like me, you enjoy fantasy fiction especially stories involving parallel worlds, then this non-hour is full of potential. (I love the 'Rivers of London' series by Ben Aaronovitch)
None of the above is what I had in mind to post today!
This morning, when I did get up, I stood by the bedroom window and looked out to see a clear pale sky, and a completely still, calm day. Nothing appeared to be moving.
As I waited there I began to notice the birds; gulls, from the sea or more likely from the landfill site a few miles away, and small groups of fluttering starlings flying apparently aimlessly hither and thither. A pigeon waddling around in the middle of the road. A few puffs of smoke from a fire or central heating boiler. A thin white streak way up high from a plane travelling west...
In spite of all this activity it was still very peaceful, quiet, calm out there. A scene to store along with the others in my mental photo album;
from the Poetry by Heart website;
by Roger Robinson. I first encountered it in 'More Poems on the Underground, and rediscovered it today - in one of my Commonplace Books!
I love the thought of a Portable Paradise. like a constant hot water bottle or other comforter.
ReplyDeleteMy mother used to 'go to the beach' in Bali, in her mind, when she was in need of her portable paradise. Mine is a hill top in Yorkshire, from a sunny summer day in 1978
DeleteI did enjoy your post today!
DeleteThank you for sharing the poem. It's truly inspirational.
ReplyDeleteI recommend a book, The Calendar by David Ewing Duncan which is an entertaining account of how the calendar came to be. For example, Julius Caesar had the power to define the year when he held office in Rome and one year was 444 days long! It also shows how the tension between calculating the date of Easter and the Earth's orbit pushed science to develop.
The whole history of how the form of the calendar is fascinating.
DeleteThank you for a lovely post. I am lucky enough to have turned my own home and gardens into a sanctuary, where daily I can catch glimpses of my own personal paradise. Take care, Kris in Ohio
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't call our garden, such as it is, a 'sanctuary', but it suits me very well!
DeleteWe actually got up, so not sleeping the extra hour, then unfortunately we ate breakfast early and were ready for dinner before it was ready!! But we did enjoy the early evening with curtains drawn and us cosy inside.
ReplyDeleteThere are days when we've woken too early, and then run the day a while hour early! Lunch at 11, supper at 5, bed at 9!
DeleteThat is a marvellous poem. Thank you Sue H
ReplyDeleteIt is genius isn't it. The more I read it, the more I find.
DeleteYou actually change your time a week before we do.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem by an author I've never heard of.
The clocks changing at different times plays havoc with all kinds of international timetables!
DeleteIt is a lovely poem.