Marigolds, Cistus and Poem

09 Jun

1   In our bedroom at Bolanken Barn there was a beautiful green glass containing rich orange Marigolds .The colour combination was beautiful.



2   Coming home this morning, the Cistus in the front garden is suddenly in flower, covered all over with poached eggs.



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 careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.


PS I added the photos to last Saturday’s post.


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5 responses to “Marigolds, Cistus and Poem

  1. 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.

  2. Hils Bryant

    June 9, 2014 at 9:11 pm

    Beautiful poem – I had not come across it before – very profound – thank you.

  3. Our Growing Paynes

    June 9, 2014 at 8:15 pm

    Love the analogy of a poached egg.

  4. Don

    June 9, 2014 at 8:10 pm

    Beautiful poem and so poignant.

  5. Hil

    June 9, 2014 at 8:04 pm

    I haven’t come across the poem before Sally…beautiful sentiments. Thank you


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