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incandescensSunday is usually a lazy day in any case, so I don't feel too guilty about being lazy.
Supper was extravagant and delightful. Found a chunk of frozen duck breast in the dim recesses of the freezer, left over from some earlier stirfry where it would have been excess. Put it together with courgettes fresh from the garden, shiitake mushrooms, and oyster sauce. Mmm.
Must shop tomorrow. More to the point, must make shopping list before shopping, or I will forget something important. Must also investigate train and bus times to get that out of the way.
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On A Night of Snow
Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing low,
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet -
stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.
Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar -
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!
-- Elizabeth Coatsworth
Supper was extravagant and delightful. Found a chunk of frozen duck breast in the dim recesses of the freezer, left over from some earlier stirfry where it would have been excess. Put it together with courgettes fresh from the garden, shiitake mushrooms, and oyster sauce. Mmm.
Must shop tomorrow. More to the point, must make shopping list before shopping, or I will forget something important. Must also investigate train and bus times to get that out of the way.
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On A Night of Snow
Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing low,
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet -
stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.
Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar -
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!
-- Elizabeth Coatsworth
