1 In our bedroom at Bolanken Barn there was a beautiful green glass containing rich orange Marigolds .The colour combination was beautiful.
Marigolds
2 Coming home this morning, the Cistus in the front garden is suddenly in flower, covered all over with poached eggs.
Cistus
3 The final three lines of The Mower by Philip Larkin are an important reminder to us all.
The Mower
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be carefulOf each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
PS I added the photos to last Saturday’s post.
