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.
Hudson Howl
June 10, 2014 at 1:42 am
Humans and wildlife -the sharing of habitat such a reward -both have run ins but it is the wild life that takes the hit for the most part. Isn’t the truth, when it is gone we miss like we would a brother or sister.
A flower poached to perfection, a wee pinch of sea salt, a grind of pepper, served to a child. Nooooo you cannot have ketchup. Eat with your eyes.
Now that is a merry marigold.
Hils Bryant
June 9, 2014 at 9:11 pm
Beautiful poem – I had not come across it before – very profound – thank you.
Our Growing Paynes
June 9, 2014 at 8:15 pm
Love the analogy of a poached egg.
Don
June 9, 2014 at 8:10 pm
Beautiful poem and so poignant.
Hil
June 9, 2014 at 8:04 pm
I haven’t come across the poem before Sally…beautiful sentiments. Thank you