Day 361 – Sunday Night

Sunday Night

Day 361

The Frog and the Golden Ball by Robert Graves

She let her golden ball fall down the well
And begged a cold frog to retrieve it;
For which she kissed his ugly, gaping mouth –
Indeed, he could scarce believe it.

And seeing him transformed to his princely shape,
Who had been by hags enchanted,
She knew she could never love another man
Nor by any fate be daunted.

But what would her royal father and mother say?
They had promised her in marriage
To a cousin whose wide kingdom marched with theirs,
Who rode in a jeweled carriage.

‘Our plight, dear heart, would appear past human hope
To all except you and me: to all
Who have never swum as a frog in a dark well
Or have lost a golden ball.’

‘What then shall we do now?’ she asked her lover.
He kissed her again, and said:
‘Is magic of love less powerful at your Court
Than at this green well-head?’

Day 45

Day 45 – What a gorgeous Sunday!  Fabulous service at church – it is all about the F Bomb!  The term F You takes on a whole new meaning when it is all about forgiveness!

Michael and I had a date today to walk.  We ended up taking a 3.8 mile stroll.  The sun was hot and the wind was refreshing.  Walking down a road that you normally drive shows you so many things you normally miss.  The wind was blowing the long grass in waves, the brown plowed field are just showing growth and I saw the prettiest little meadow that I had no idea existed beyond the windows of my car.

As I pondered what I wanted to photograph tonight my little eye spied my bowl of the bestest treat I can give myself:  Smarties.  Tart, sweet and a tasty treat.  I ate my subject tonight after I was done photographing them from every angle – I feel ever so much smarter!