High Summer

The May blossom is fading: another year. There are many years to recall by now. Mrs Llew and I have been reading her diaries. She has kept diaries all her life. As we read, I remember other May times: other years when, returning from my work as a journalist, I walked home, late in the evening, while the elder trees in bloom scented the dusk.

That was 30 years ago. Here, today, in the market town where we live, the elder in some old hedges which have survived many changes over the years, is beginning to come into flower again.

High summer is approaching. Another high summer. The diaries record daily life over more than 50 years: endlessly busy, always dealing with the present moment, hopes, makings – and failings. Sadness too.

Again a year has passed. There is meaning to our lives, I’m sure, but it’s not an aggregate: a profit and loss account but is in every moment, every present moment. Whatever that leads to is not in an accounts sheet. There is another dimension to every moment of our lives, a point of intersection of the timeless with time, as T.S. Eliot said.

Maybe it could be seen, symbolically as a Cross: in which I hope we are all healed. 

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3 Responses to High Summer

  1. lleweton says:

    Thank you for your Likes Rob.

  2. churchmouse says:

    I do love the May blossom, Llew. So pleased you mentioned it! We have fewer and fewer of them in our area. Car parks or house renovations have seen them disappear.

    Does Mrs Llew chart the weather in her diaries? If so, has there ever been a first six months with such cool weather as in 2016? We are still wearing cashmere sweaters most of the time! :/

    • lleweton says:

      Thanks CM. No, Mrs Llew’s diaries deal more with family events and also the effect of the education world’s orthodoxies of the day in which she strived to maintain standards and nurture pupils from wherever they came, who had in them the capacity to fulfil their potential,in a situation weighted against them by trendy leftist dogma. The May blossom has been followed by the elder flower. And now that has faded. Once I made wine from their berries.Too complicated in modern kitchen sinks. Regards.

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