Robert Motherwell
On Wednesday, after work and during a phone conversation with my daughter, I looked to the east through the glass and was lucky enough to see this.
In New England, it's been rainy, humid and very buggy. We're looking forward to crisp, sunny days. More often than not, Autumn here has much to offer in the way of natural beauty in peak leaf season, an abundance of crops from local farms and many fairs and festivals. I'm especially looking forward to the The Garlic Festival, with its hippie vibes and emphasis on sustainability, lots of great organic food and of course, a garlic stand to beat the band. And Wayne wincing at the garlic I'm about to consume. It's a good thing I am in possession of other charms. ;-)
A good Autumnal Equinox to you! And a song. One I think I play every year on The Pagan Sphinx Harvest Festival, written by Andy Partridge of XTC. I truly hope you can access it where you are. It is sublime. A modern masterpiece.
Lyrics to Harvest Festival :
See the flowers round the altar
See the peaches in tins 'neath the headmaster's chair
Harvest festival
See the two who've been chosen
See them walk hand in hand to the front of the hall
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
See the children with baskets
See their hair cut like corn neatly combed in their rows
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs
The longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
And what a year when the exams and crops all failed
Of course you passed and you were never seen again
We all grew and we got screwed and cut and nailed
Then out of nowhere invitation in gold pen
See the flowers round the altar
See that you two got married and I wish you well
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That longing look
Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs
The longing look you gave me
That longing look
More than enough to keep me fed all year
Harvest festival
Peace and all groovy things,
Gina
Gina
