St David's Day (2014)
I used to feel a mystical sensation about this day. But what I feel, mostly, is a kind of sadness for an era that has been passing for a while. From 1886 to 1986, a century of work and toilsome labour in the vineyards. After 1986, the slow despoiling of a realm.
Then again, the soil remains fertile and I see many new shoots.
Labels: Melancholy, St David
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