Week XXXI

We say goodbye to September with this gorgeous bouquet. My way of making this month special was to have arrangements that included hydrangeas on all weeks of September. This last one, though, received high praise from many people. Including Craig, who said this was his favourite out of all the ones we have had so far.

  Gerry really liked the pink hypericum berries, and I agree, they added a beautiful harmony to the dominant purple hues of the aster, the hyndrangea, and the lisianthus that Finn very much likes.

  This month has been truly special to me. I would like to express my gratitude for all the good things that have happened to me this month by sharing a poem written by Wallace Stevens that I got to know thanks to John Green's video of the 5th of June, 2018.

The house was quiet and the world was calm.

The reader became the book; and summer night

Was like the conscious being of the book.

The house was quiet and the world was calm.

The words were spoken as if there was no book,

Except that the reader leaned above the page,

Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be

The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The house was quiet because it had to be.

The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:

The access of perfection to the page.

And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,

In which there is no other meaning, itself

Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself

Is the reader leaning late and reading there.