Thursday, September 18, 2008
Hilary is glad the Big Yellow Sky god has gone away, but fears it will return in the morning. Where, O where is Greyroof? Has the god Greyroof forsaken us? Is he angry with us for having gone outside and squinted up at his rival, the Big Scary Yellow Thing?
I've heard that the Big Yellow Thing makes you turn a funny colour if you stay outside too long when it appears. I know what others say, that it makes the crops grow and brings happiness and delight at the beach...Some even make burnt animal sacrifices to it when it appears.
But I am not led astray. Lo! Greyroof is our friend. He maketh the waters to come down and the green to remain, yea, even unto the very month of August. He keepeth the brolly-makers in business and inspireth the English with stoicism and furnisheth the English poets with gloom and a marvellous melancholy. Verily, he giveth us something to talk about with our neighbours at the bus stop and doth wondrously distract our minds from the Labour party.
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I put on some x-tra strength sunblock today, and with big floppy hat firmly on head and ratty old bag on shoulder, went out collecting.
Everything looked very bright and sparkly. Even the sheep.
Apart from the no-sun-all-summer thing, the fruit trees are having a bumper year. Now if only they will ripen.
Hops, growing wild on a hedge.
If you dry the flower heads and combine them with chamomile, it makes a nice soothing tea that helps you sleep.
Most of the rosehips are still orange, but there are a few that are ready. I ended up with about three pounds worth. Enough to put together with some crab apples for another attempt at jelly.