Ah.. this the season of sniffles and odd lurgies. Got what I thought was an allergic reaction to a piece of cake last week. Dosed myself up with anti histamine but its developed into earache, cough, and hoarse voice. Ironically I was at the cafe to take myself into hand. Make a plan – be more productive! Woman makes plans universe laughs. Since then I’ve been mostly crocheting endless Plain Jane squares but do admire these two blankets the majority of squares made by Granny Greens Craft Group which are speeding their way to South Africa. Ah well will go and hunt for something diverting on the iplayer.

I used to lie in wait to see the clover open
Or close,
But never saw it.
I was too impatient,
Or the movement is too subtle,
And more than momentary.
My five-year-old self would tire of waiting
And when I looked again
– All closed for the night!
I missed it
Once more.

I have registered the opening of escholtzia
On an early summer morning.
It gave me a sharp awareness of time passing,
Of exact qualities and values in the light,
But I didn’t see the movement
As movement.
I didn’t with my own direct perception see the petals 
Later, on the film, they seemed to open swiftly,
But, at the time,
Although I stared
And felt time not so much moving as being moved in
And felt 
A unity of time and place with other times and places
I didn’t see the petals moving.
I didn’t see them opening.
They were closed,
And later they were open,
And in between I noted many phases,
But I didn’t see them moving open.
My timing and my rhythm could not observe the
	rhythm of their opening.

The thing about poetry is you have to keep doing it.
People have to keep making it.
The old stuff is no use
Once it’s old.
It comes out of the instant 
And lasts for an instant.
	Take it now
	Without water.

	Tomorrow they’ll be something else.
Margaret Tait

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I’ve been so thrown by the terrible news from Paris I stopped posting my holiday pics – it seemed to frivolous. Yesterday I went up to the French Consulate in Edinburgh where there were many tributes left by local people and left my own. I hear from a friend with a French ma-in-law that the people in France are taking great comfort from expressions of solidarity across the world.

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So a quick trip south. Watched fireworks over London on the 5th of November from Parliament Hill (and recently had an interesting facebuik convo trying to explain why we go mad for fireworks at this time of year with someone in Israel), Then to Cambridge two more firework displays, one in my brother’s garden with a fire and marshmallow toasting, Enforced crocheted of bunny outfits. At least they are now kitted out for winter. Then home to post off two more blankets for Knit-a-Square with squares made by Granny Greens.

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So trying to visit the Musee de Picasso was a disaster after walking round and around (the signage was terrible) we finally arrived and were stopped at the gates due to private event… thus exhausted I departed from my parents and wandered aimlessly in the Marais. I was asked by some Chinese touristfs for directions to the Picasso but they didn’t belive me when I said they wouldn’t get in and still trotted off towards it. Finally desperate for the loo I went and paid my 8 euros to go to the Jewish Museum of History and Art as I was desperate for the loo. Thankfully the loo was lovely, the exhibition really interesting and wonderful frescos in the cafe. I’m sorry I failed to take pictures of the outside. Why I don’t know as it was a beautiful 17th century building.


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