Poem for Friday and Sunflower Farm

Leda and the Swan 

By William Butler Yeats 

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still

Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed

By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,

He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push

The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?

And how can body, laid in that white rush,

But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there

The broken wall, the burning roof and tower

And Agamemnon dead.

                               Being so caught up,

So mastered by the brute blood of the air,

Did she put on his knowledge with his power

Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

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Friday wasn't as hot as Thursday, despite predictions, because of wildfire smoke from the south that created haze, meaning less sunlight got through but it felt oppressive outside anyway. We had 3 p.m. appointments for covid and flu shots, but a couple of hours earlier, we got a call that the Walgreens in Bellevue was short a pharmacist, so we rescheduled for a Walgreens in Renton at 6. We didn't get the shots for nearly an hour after that, and with traffic were not home till much later than we had planned, but hopefully we're done with vaccines for a year. 

We had picked up Blazing Bagels in the morning and ate half a bagel each at lunchtime, so we had the other halves for dinner with assorted (fake) meat products while watching the end of the Mariners game. Then we watched the last two episodes of Kaos, which were great -- loved what they did with Eurydice and Persephone, now we need a second season to see Artemis and Athena -- and the first episode of the new season of Slow Horses, where Jackson is even more detestable than usual, particularly towards women. Scenes from Bob's Corn and Pumpkin Farm last weekend: