Welcome to the weekend in the Southern Hemisphere where the weather is very humid and the sky is grey in my lovely City. Adelaide always looks better when bathed in sunlight - but today is a grey grey day.
A good day however, I have lots of things to brighten my day and the music on this page is a piece I love - I did try to find "Come Saturday Morning" by the Sandpipers, but to no avail. Come Saturday Morning is a special piece of music for me - My Father sang it to me on the morning of my wedding., but I have been called "Angel of the Morning" so this will be fine today. Angel I really don't know why but I am certainly a morning person and once I am awake it's look out world (or at least it used to be like that ~ it takes a little longer to get going these days.)
I hope you have plans for your weekend - spending time with those you love and finding each other after a week of working days and all the other things that clutter our days and often interfere with relationships.
Today belongs to "ME" and I shall spend some of it here on line and some of it gathering "Christmas" from around my home - I will gather it all to one place, sort it through, decided what I no longer need and then storing the rest. That's probably a silly statement because with Christmas "I need it all!"
Christmas never quite goes away in this house, there are always things that I like to keep out and look at each day - special Christmas cards sent with love often grace my desk well into the year. Some ornaments that are just too beautiful to sit in a box all year and only share their beauty for a few short weeks will stay out and be loved all year.
Talking this morning with someone who is cold and in mid winter about the North Wind - when I was a child I remember this little verse:
"The north wind doth blow
And we shall have snow
And what will the robin do then, poor thing?
He'll hid in the barn to keep himself warm
And cover his head with his wing, poor thing."
Well, that's not how it works in the Antipodes because for us when the North Wind blows it is generally very hot, dangerous and full of the dust of a farmer's paddock. It dries things out so very quickly and if a fire takes hold we pray for a wind change and rain.
Australia is such a land of contrast and rugged beauty, but a wilful lavish land.
Dorothea MacKellar at age 19 wrote these words in 1904 and it is a piece I love and often revisit.
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly."
visit this link and hear Dorothea MacKellar read here own poem.
Have a wonderful weekend - spend time with those you love and be sure to tell them that you love them - make some memories, share some laughter and be happy.
Thank you for visiting the musings from my heart - a happy heart today.
Love and hugs,
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