Thursday, December 12, 2013
We have seen the star in the East
For Bob and Sophie a day for paddling in the stream, playing with sticks and dreaming of croissants. For the Old Farmer a day for arranging a system of ropes and pulleys to hoist the Christmas star into place.
Eight thirty at night. The repainted, rewired, re-bulbed star is ready and in place. The switch is pulled and what seems like a million megawatts of light fills the sky. Bob and Sophie sit quietly in the courtyard, heads craned upwards, watching . There is something about seeing sheepdogs and stars together - a combination that says all will be well with the world.