Monday Morning Musings:
We measure time in sunglow and moon-sighs,
in the numbers of hellos, goodbyes–
and we do it again.
We measure time in heartbeats,
the food we eat,
the hours spent with friends,
our hair greying,
our shadows growing
as wine in summer glows, easygoing
like a lazy river flowing
the memories growing—
love, family, companions—
Do you remember? I say,
that time, this day?
We celebrate the decades gone
and hope that more remain,
though nothing stays the same.
Still, the sun glows, the moon sighs,
hello, goodbye. Love moves through phases,
so do I. Waxing, waning, silver, gold, while the sun blazes
I might seem cold,
but I’ll still shine while you grow old.
So, measure time in love you hold
folded gently, held within–every story told.
We celebrated our wedding anniversary by walking through Bowman’s Hill Wildflower Preserve in Bucks County, PA, and then having a delightful lunch at Martine’s Riverhouse in New Hope. We walked through the town a bit, and then walked along the canal path. We couldn’t have ordered a more beautiful day. Earlier in the week, we enjoyed wine with dear friends at William Heritage Winery. On Saturday, we visited the Philadelphia Museum of Art for the first time since the pandemic, and then walked along the Schuylkill River. It rained, and then got steamy. For dinner that night, we opened some champagne and ate Indian food from Spice Affair Indian Cuisine in Swedesboro. Then ate leftovers the next night.
Merril’s Movie Club: We re-watched the movie About Time (2013). It’s on Netflix. I’m not especially into romantic comedies, but this one is delightful. There’s time travel, family, and searching for love. I will watch almost anything with Bill Nighy, and the father-son scenes are especially touching and funny.