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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.


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October 16, 2012


Lovely bounty, and suddenly I am hungry--

It's always a little bittersweet, this time of year, but honestly, I don't know how I'd exist in a place that didn't have seasons. Life here -- and my life, in general -- is so defined by the weather and the time of year; there's always something to fuss about, but also to look forward to, and because we know that we can't hold onto the present, there's an incentive to enjoy it for what it is.

I feel this way too, even though I live a good four or five hours south of you! The seasons here are so pronounced and so palpable. I love it, even as some part of me always quails at the prospect of the darkness and the cold which are coming. I'll enjoy them once they're here too, I know -- and they won't be forever, either. Spring will always return.

Awesome 'Lahriya Safas'.

That looks glorious! I hope to see some of this fall abundance in Seattle on our trip we're taking soon to see our children and grandchildren. Maybe go out to the cranberry bogs on the coast.

Oooh, now I have to make sure I go to the market this weekend and get some of that gelato!

It's heartening to see such glorious providence in this post. Here in Wales we've had a bad year in the garden. Few plums, fewer apples and no pears, damsons or medlars. Nothing to get us through the Autumn or Winter. In the media suppliers/supermarkets warn of rising prices because of the terrible weather and poor harvests, and we have the evidence of the paucity of fruit in our own garden. The heavy Spring rain knocked the blossom of the trees, and that was that. It came down like stair-rods.

This is the first time in our seven years here that the apple harvest in our orchard has failed. We hope for better next year. In the meantime, I warm from the glow of the photographs above. I can just about taste that gelato!

What a wonderful time of the favorite! Also best birthday season.. 3 of my favorite people in the world.....miss you two!!!,

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