These Precious Days
“These autumn days will shorten and grow cold. The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas will come, and the snows of winter. You will live to enjoy the beauty of the frozen world. Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture pond. The song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy – this lovely world, these precious days.” ~ E.B. White
I am trying to be positive about November. Usually my least favourite month. There will be Bonfire Night celebrations this weekend.
the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot
I see no reason why
Should ever be forgot.
I remember as a child watching my Dad out in the pouring rain trying to get fireworks to light, make Catherine wheels spin and rockets take off. Standing in the warm living room, sparkler in hand, I took it for granted that that is what Dad’s are supposed to do. The little box of Lion fireworks didn't last long, but were always looked forward to.
Even as an adult with no children of my own I have always enjoyed celebrating Bonfire Night, Firework Night, Guy Fawkes Night - call it what you will.
We have held some memorable firework parties in our time, the fireworks becoming more sophisticated and very expensive.
A few years ago we invited some friends round for a firework supper which consisted of Roasted Red Pepper and Tomato Soup … Fiery Hot Banger Cassoulet …followed by … Toffee Apple Crumble
but I can still appreciate the simplicity of a baked potato wrapped in foil and put into the bonfire, a hot dog with fried onions or a mug of hot soup standing round the fire - my front burning hot and my back icy cold.
It nearly always rains on bonfire night - it is a tradition – and standing in a muddy field with cold feet doesn’t dampen the thrill of it.
I feel sad when I see the 'GUY' go up in smoke after all the hard work that has been put into it.
Also as a child I remember taking my 'GUY' door to door shouting ‘Penny for the Guy’ - do children still do that any more?
Loud bangs, the whooshing of rockets and my favourite - sparklers - I have never grown out of my love of sparklers, trying to get them alight, and writing my name as they crackle and fizz.
And jumping jacks - I remember jumping jacks - we used to have an outside toilet when I was little, and I can remember vividly being scared to death, screaming like a banshee and standing on the toilet, when a jumping jack came in under the door.
Hey ho! Just a few of the joys of the 5th November.