Last flowers, cricket, abdication

 Yesterday I picked what might be the last of this year's flowers while they're still blooming. Russian sage and Montauk daisies

Then a cricket match broke out behind the house! The parents brought out chairs to watch the kids. One or two can really bowl and hit, the rest just have fun trying. I was offered a seat but didn't stay, a little chilly for me.

 Cricket is big in the Indian community, followed avidly. Before our Indian neighbors arrived it was mainly older West Indian men from the Islands, with fabulous old cricket pads and bats and wickets, playing in the park.

Later there was a little excitement when I tried to combine bottle and can recycling with picking up mail, both being close together, and ended up dropping an important mail notice into the recycle bin. This is chest high on me, no way to reach in. So I went home for a pair of tongs, had to precariously tip the bin nearly over me, and retrieved the mail. Nobody watching, I'm glad to say. Definitely no pictures.

The Saturday evening movie was David and Wallis, I think that's the title, about Edward VIII and the abdication. I was really in it for the hats and jewels and interiors. And the views

Wallis and her Aunt Bessie, Marjorie Margolyes

The queen, Margaret Tyzack, curtsying to her son, David, the new King, right after her husband, the old King, died. Monarchy thrives on theater.

The Prime Minister, Baldwin, showing Parliament the signed abdication document. More theater.

The interiors were great, the story pretty familiar. After all they went through, and the upheaval they caused, they were stuck together for life, and I sometimes wonder if they regretted it. They were a terrible nuisance during the war, prancing about with Hitler, creating diplomatic messes, having to be rescued from various escapades.

 I think they, along with quite a few anti-Semitic English aristos, were hoping Hitler would win, assuming they would continue with their privileged life, Jews gone, with the Windsors on the throne. Nasty scenario, and dubious thinking.

Churchill positioned himself as a champion of Edward, (David in the family, very confusing), and I suspect it was a crafty move in case he ever did get the throne under Hitler. Churchill was not an unvarnished hero, but don't get me started!

Anyway I recommend this movie for great couture and scenery!