Tomorrow will be Michaelmas, - when we used to process from school to church with daisies in the lapels of our brown blazers. We sang hymns about the dashing Archangel Michael.. one of these had "who is like God?" all on one note at the end of every verse and made my hair stand on end.
Then it was the first term if the year at University, the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. I think of all of these when the daisies start flowering in the garden.
Today I celebrated at the Moniaive michaelmas Bluegrass Festival Musicians from as far apart as Rutherglen and Tennessee have descended on this small village to play in halls, hotels, pubs and(this morning) the church. St Ninian's was full to bursting with people tapping their toes and singing along.

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