It should almost be called that Barbara,
my mouth was watering at each line,
I almost ordered a plane to fly me to join you,
but the day has turned to Monday
and Sunday has retired,
but with such a heralding of the night sky
that I saw all this poem's description
as if I was standing next to you,
delicious
and the sudden divinity of night
descending over you
was superb.

Glad you had a good Easter Barbara, love Ann.

"Standing at the treshold......tHreshold I suppose you mean?

A reddish ball of fire sets
Brandishing the eastern sky" ...this bit i love.

Are you sure it wasn't brown beans? As I met someone with a huge Billy-can of brown beans, and she got the can through the Danish customs, that was something, she said they don't get beans like this in Norway, so she left the plane in Norway, her home, carrying the best of foods all the way from Africa(as she was African) to Norway in the provinces. I found that amusing.

We had been stranded, a plane in Manchester England, was not good, so they sent a plane all the way from Denmark to fetch us, giving us a wine dinner on the house while we waited; then we stayed the night in the SAS hotel (the only time I shall probably ever set foot in such) and went on in the morning. She must have come from Africa to Manchester- Quite a journey, with a can of beans.

But then, yours was rice, bother. That brown rice sounds nice. We sometimes use brown flour, or Buckwheat flour for making brown pancakes, num num, like the French in Bretagne.

Happy that yo had a happy day. Ann.