By: Blonde Two
I imagine that if angels can fly, seraphim can probably soar, then cherubim can almost certainly glide (well you think of an alliterative verb – there are two teachers on this sofa and neither of them can!)
Until yesterday it seemed unlikely that a yellow and white knitted angel would have the nouse to operate her wings. This particular angel however does belong to a very famous Dartmoor Christmas tree, and was knitted by my mum, so maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when, on visiting said tree with family Blonde Two, I found her absent from her branch.
She hadn’t flown very far; or maybe her new rocky perch was a decoy. From the Dartmoor Christmas Tree you can see the North Hessary Tor mast, so maybe she had visited Fox Tor Cafe in Princetown for one of their splendid breakfasts, popped into the Plume for a pint of Jail Ale and then wished Merry Christmas to the staff at the High Moorland Visitor Centre.
Wherever she had been (she is definitely of the female persuasion) it was clear that, despite the sideways rain, she was happy to be fastened safely back onto the Dartmoor Christmas Tree along with the baubles and bells.
I was happy to be there doing the fastening!
Happy Christmas to you both.
However please take a grumble in the spirit it is meant in. I’ve always felt a bit uncomfortable with the decorated tree, and I do hope you took the decorations away with you when you left.
It doesn’t fit with a ‘leave nothing but footsteps’ ethos. Even if it is temporary by leaving your mark on the landscape you are saying it is fine for other people to do the same.
Some of the decorations (either yours or those placed by other people following your lead) will become detached from the tree if they are left for any time. At best this becomes litter, at worst it poses a hazard for livestock. In any case many people will regard them as an intrusion on the landscape they have come to enjoy
I think you are doing some great things, but I think placing shiny plastic decorations in a place we otherwise wish to manage, protect and conserve gives a mixed message to the young people we want to get out on to the moors.
Grumble over, all the best and every success for the New Year.
Dave
First I had to establish that cherubim starts with a k-sound or a ch-sound. It seems the latter though I’ve always thought the former (It seemed more knowing, if you get what I mean.)
So how about chafe, as with “be impatient, feel irritated, even to irritate” But not “-at the bit”, that’s champ. Don’t see these angelic figures behaving like that at all.
Chaff is to tease; you’ve been known to do that and I’ve always seen you as a celestial entity. No? You are choosy.
Champion is to advocate on behalf of.
Challenge? Chant? – yes they do that but it’s sort of static.
Chat, as in up. Depends what sex seraphim are.
Charge? Perhaps but only astride a quadruped. Getting warmer.
Charm? Getting warmer still (All those feathery wings).
OK blondes, I’ve got you started, it’s your turn.
How about ‘chuffing cherubim’? I like that one.
Very glad to hear you can still get to the tree – did you have to swim? “Mud, mud, glorious mud” has nothing to my daily walk with K9 at the moment. His little short legs are mud to the tummy and as for his yellow raincoat – !!!
We didn’t have to swim, but we did find a particularly satisfying new patch of floating bog.
DH sounds as hard going and serious as the author with the same forename initials.
Maybe a bit of Christmas cheer will mellow him 🙂