Windfall

A snapped toy, the greenery foiled,
an apple fallen in the way of things.

And I, turning, saw a garden of windfalls –
root and branch, graft and stock,

from too far back to know the cause –
smashed on the grass, sweetening the soil.

So that, at a loss for all the world,
for damage done at the heart of it,

the knot, the quirk, reverse and fall,
I reached for what I could not mend

From Windfall by Angela Leighton

A bright morning gave way to a damp and muggy afternoon; the wind has got up now too and the last of the apples lie scattered around the tree. This is an old gnarly apple tree and most of the fruit is speckled and spotty but now and again you get an apple that is superbly crisp and flavoursome.

Last night's film Shun Li and the Poet was wonderful - highly recommended. A gentle and melancholy story of a Chinese woman who is working in Italy, trying to pay her dept to the chinese mafia in order to bring her son over. She is sent to work in a cafe in Venice and a gentle but doomed romance blossoms between her and a Yugolsavian man. Venice looked extraordinary and the two leads were very attractive and gentle.

Son#2 and girlfriend are arriving tomorrow for a few days so computer use will be curtailed and backblipping might be in order. Catch you soon.