Monday, 16 July 2007

I MUST DUST


Come back home Small Cross One, all is forgiven. Since you left for your holiday in England Le Vent Marin, a warm marine wind from the Mediterranean sea has blown and blown. Sitting as we do in a village built on a hilltop in Medieval times in a circular fashion for defensive purposes we tend to notice when it blows.

Since you left I had to iron all the pillowcases and peg out all the washing on changeover day. By the time the visitors arrived and I was quickly placing fresh flowers in the bedrooms I was completely whacked. And then I got to my own living space, oh yes, that's when I really noticed your absence !!

Saturday July 14th also happened to be Bastille Day in France. By 6pm was I really the only person in the country without a glass of something ? The spectacular firework display hosted from La Cité Carcassonne was preparing to set the skies alight with it's awesome and world famous display. The whole weekend has been filled with fétes, non stop music and dancing in the surrounding villages, more loud booms from fireworks reverberate in the night skies as you wonder if they ever pause for sleep between parties.

So here we are, the absolute height of the holiday season and it's then that I come across a poem that gives me food for thought, and I agree with it's sentiments entirely only the answer is that I MUST DUST !! Hurry Home The Small Cross One.


Life is short.
Enjoy it !
Dust if you must,
but wouldn't it be better
to paint a picture or write a letter,
bake a cake or plant a seed,
ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
with seas to swim and mountains to climb,
music to hear and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must,
but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go - and go you must - you, yourself, will make more dust !

19 comments:

Un Peu Loufoque said...

Dust ? never do it dear! Terribly bad for the health, all those nasty little dust mites and motes it stirs up !!

Bluestocking Mum said...

That did make me smile...

Right, I must go and ....
swim...climb a mountain....

warm wishes
x

Cait O'Connor said...

Lovely blog and poem too. Do you know who wrote it?
I must make the most of today and no dusting.
Caitx

Elizabethd said...

Lovely poem. Life is too short.

Suffolkmum said...

Dust? What's that? Great poem, great picture. I am still grumpy from wishing we were back in France, we were in the Gard, near Nimes, gorgeous weather. Have been browsing the Chateau's website for an extended familyholiday next year though ...

Preseli Mags said...

I love that poem! I had a copy of it once, but lost it, so big thanks from me, I'm going to keep a copy on my (dusty) computer! You were right, your blog did make me smile.xxxPM

FunkyMunky said...

I am going to make my husband read this poem - maybe then he'll stop nagging me to do the dusting!! I'm always telling him there are much more important things in life and now I have written proof!!

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Very fitting poem in my house, I rarely dust!

countrymousie said...

Loved it. We live on a hill also -we have to cling to the side of the house some days for the North wind. We have about 7 days a year when it is not windy!!
We are now about to suffer the harvest dust - I always pray that the wind will be in the North on harvesting days as dust will blow away from the house then!! Is it ever hell as like!!

DevonLife said...

I have consigned dust to the drawer marked ironing

muddyboots said...

dust? moi? if l was meant to dust l would have dusters for my fingers. xx

lampworkbeader said...

I shouldn't even be on the computer. I should be doing house work myself, so your poem is a timely reminder of what is really important.

Zoë said...

the celebrations sound awe inspiring, such a shame you a lot of it, and the poem is bang on. The dust will always be there tomorrow.
xx

bodran... said...

That's a poem for milla and I,Love it i want it printed on wallpaper, and lino, windows and tiles...xxxxxx

snailbeachshepherdess said...

Dusting...thankless job ...like ironing! loved the poem!

Pondside said...

AMEN!

CAMILLA said...

Wonderful blog, and poem too. There is always no end to dusting!

Camilla.x

Anonymous said...

Glad you're back

Sally's Chateau said...

I tried to find out who had written the poem but it just comes up as 'author unknown'on google