Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I Met The Bard at La Casita

Not long after I met my husband, I spent some time with his family at their cabin in the woods, a humble place called "La Casita." Later on we took our honeymoon there, and over the years we often visited with our children, using the little house as a base for exploring the redwoods and the beach.

On the knotty pine walls were various odd and antique-y pictures and hangings, things that were too tattered or for some other reason didn't fit the decor of people's everyday homes, and one of those was a framed verse by Robert Burns.

Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some would eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.

I was charmed by the little yellowed plaque and the thought behind the verse, and always thought that I would like to embroider it to post in my own house. I never did that, and when the cabin was sold and the old hangings became available for the taking, I didn't even take them. I think that verse had lodged itself in my mind and heart so firmly that the original sighting was superfluous.

Today is the birthday of the poet, a good day to hear him giving thanks and to say about him "let the Lord be thankit."


Left-Handed Housewife said...

That's a lovely grace. And I can just hear it read in a Burnsian accent, can't you?

The cabin looks like it must have been a marvelous place to spend time.


Celeste said...

Love your comment about leaving the tangible behind...what is real is woven into our being. And I've copied "The Emperor" into my nice to drop in for a visit. Always.