Truth Modern

Red Admiral

 

Dear Reader, 

 

I saw a Red Admiral butterfly in the garden last week, well I saw it from a window in the kitchen.  Because it is so hot outside and I get ocular migraines if I go out in the sun, I haven't been outside more than once this last week.  I expect if you are young and sprightly and reading this you will wonder what the fuss is all about from heat we are having.  But I assure you for elderly people such as myself the extreme heat can be dangerous as well as being unpleasant.

Gosh I look forward to a day of rain, or several.  A gentle breeze and light rain would be perfect, perhaps we will get some next week. I certainly hope so.

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I feel very upset about the murder of Ann Widdecombe last week.   Not particularly because she was well known but that such a thing should happen in the Devon countryside.  There she was, getting on with her life, and someone breaks into her house and murders her.  

What is England coming to?  When I lived in the  New Forest fifty years ago we didn't even have a key to the back door and possibly not even to the front door either.  We walked through the forest, the children and I, never fearful of who we might meet. But I wouldn't do it today. 

Ah well, the world has certainly changed,

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From Gilbert White   July 15th    1786  in Hampshire

'Made jellies and jams of red currants.  Gathered broad beans ....The cat gets upon the roof of the house, and catches young bats as they come forth from behind the sheet of lead at the bottom of the chimney.' 

           

From Francis Kilvert    July 16th   1863 in Wiltshire

'As I walked along the field path I stopped to listen to the rustle and solemn night whisper of the wheat, so different to its voice by day.'

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Truth Modern

 

 

Through a kaleidoscope’s

shifting, bright colours,

set close to the eye,

the viewer’s truth is reflected,

assuring the mind of its veracity,

acknowledging its fantasies

as realities,  

seeing truth

not as it is, but as we would

like it to be,

spinning words,

detaching truth from its moorings,

setting it loose in murky waters.

Illusions of truth

sandwiched between lies

is the authentic truth

of our times.

 

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Wit best wishes, Patricia