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 !