Derrick mentioned in answer to my last post, that he had no idea where the name for my blog came from.
Today is builders all the way - carpet measurers - people enquiring about haymaking (yes, the sun is shining) - a lovely relaxing visit from son and grand-daughter - so I thought not to post a blog at all. And then I thought - many of the bloggy friends who read my blog have joined me long after I put on the poem which prompted my name. So, with apologies to those who have read it already, here is the poem I wrote to illustrate "Weavers of Grass."
Weavers of Grass.
In that bright hour
when the sky glows
with the promise of a rising sun;
when the air is cool
and dew lies heavy on the ground -
Then come the weavers,
threading their strands through the grass
so that at evening,
when the sun is low,
it shines through the silken threads
that shimmer in the fading light
a fields of gossamer.
I try to weave the threads of my blog together - and that is how I first thought of the name.