‘ Morning Magic’
In the morning, when you carry out the mild drudgery of hanging the laundry on the line, and you spy a dew sprinkled flower above the fence catching the sun – there is magic amongst the mundane.
For there always is…
Tag: Mundane
Sunset On Suburbia (Muse Dream)
A quiet midweek evening in the ‘burbs where I live, the terribly ordinary framed by the fantastical colours of sunset , with rain about to fall, and fall heavily.
I tend to think magic is often found in the most mundane things and places.
Or at the very least there is magic trying to break through.
As Irish pop band The Thrills had it:
“The suburbs dream tonight of finding their muse”
(from ‘ The Curse of Comfort ‘)
Autumn Almanac
“Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow
So I sweep them in my sack
Yes, yes, yes, it’s my autumn almanac
-The Kinks, ‘Autumn Almanac’
Thank you Ray Davies for reminding me that the above leaves ,and hundreds more, burying the back lawn require removal. Too lazy to bother with the sack, will probably deposit them over the fence into the park next door and let them rot there…
The song is an old fave of mine ,which dissects, but not without lowkey affection, a mundane type of English life where nothing ever seems to change. Worth checking out if you haven’t heard it.
Ebb Then Flood 