Char
The humble cup of tea - char - was the most popular English working-class drink by the mid-19th century.
It
is generally thought that ‘char’ was an Anglicisation of the Indian word
for tea, but ‘char’ is in fact quite a close version of the Chinese for
tea, tcha. Tea was grown exclusively in China until the
mid-19th century, and increasingly large amounts of it were sold to
Britain from the early 18th century as it became a more and more popular
drink.
Read more at http://www.rmg.co.uk/discover/explore/cup-char#Wut7TtPJE1gHHj0B.99
And Still The Fighting Does Not Cease - 759 AD and yet 1300 years later we say the same
Thinking of My Brothers on a Moonlit Night
Du Fu
Du Fu
月夜忆舍弟
戍鼓断人行
边秋一雁声
露从今夜白
月是故乡明
有弟皆分散
无家问死生
寄书长不达
况乃未休兵
戍鼓断人行
边秋一雁声
露从今夜白
月是故乡明
有弟皆分散
无家问死生
寄书长不达
况乃未休兵
yuè yè yì shè dì
shù gǔ duàn rén xíng
qiū biān yí yàn shēng
lù cóng jīn yè bái
yuè shì gù xiāng míng
yǒu dì jiē fēn sàn
wú jiā wèn sǐ shēng
jì shū cháng bú bì
kuàng nǎi wèi xiū bīng
shù gǔ duàn rén xíng
qiū biān yí yàn shēng
lù cóng jīn yè bái
yuè shì gù xiāng míng
yǒu dì jiē fēn sàn
wú jiā wèn sǐ shēng
jì shū cháng bú bì
kuàng nǎi wèi xiū bīng
Garrison drum cut person movement
Autumn border one goose sound
Dew from today night white
Moon is homeland bright
Have brother all disperse
No home ask die life
Send letter all not reach
Particularly as not stop fighting
Autumn border one goose sound
Dew from today night white
Moon is homeland bright
Have brother all disperse
No home ask die life
Send letter all not reach
Particularly as not stop fighting
The army drums cut off human travel,
A lone goose sounds on the borderland in autumn.
Tonight we start the season of White Dew,
The moon is just as bright as in my homeland.
My brothers are spread all throughout the land,
No home to ask if they are living or dead.
The letters we send always go astray,
And still the fighting does not cease.
The army drums cut off human travel,
A lone goose sounds on the borderland in autumn.
Tonight we start the season of White Dew,
The moon is just as bright as in my homeland.
My brothers are spread all throughout the land,
No home to ask if they are living or dead.
The letters we send always go astray,
And still the fighting does not cease.
A lone goose sounds on the borderland in autumn.
Tonight we start the season of White Dew,
The moon is just as bright as in my homeland.
My brothers are spread all throughout the land,
No home to ask if they are living or dead.
The letters we send always go astray,
And still the fighting does not cease.
The army drums cut off human travel,
A lone goose sounds on the borderland in autumn.
Tonight we start the season of White Dew,
The moon is just as bright as in my homeland.
My brothers are spread all throughout the land,
No home to ask if they are living or dead.
The letters we send always go astray,
And still the fighting does not cease.
American persimmon - Diospyros virginiana (along the verge of The Pumpkin Field)
Not too many people of the late 2oth and present 21st century North America have eaten the native persimmon that grows wild over the middle Atlantic range of temperate forest - even those of my age - but long ago, growing up very poor and rural this was one of the available sweet treats in late fall that my father showed me how to eat when they were fully ripened and hopefully kissed by frost to dissipate the harsh astringency due to tannins which can make the unripened fruit - which might look beautiful and ripened but full of mouth puckering tannin. These fruits shown above are wizened and almost fully ripe (I ate one which was initially lovely and delicious but with some of those lingering tannins which ruined the after-taste. I tried a few store asian persimmons but they just don't appeal to me. Like all wild fruit some of the wild fruits are fantastic and others are just 'blah'. But I have a few trees that I visit in late November and in a good early frost year enjoy a great wild repast.
Thanksgiving - V
it's been a couple years since this great lady - my mother - died at 97 1/2 but she is in our hearts and in our presence this day of thanks
