On our walk down the lane this evening a Blackbird tracked us at least halfway and sang and sang – it was beautiful. He sat in the top of a Cherry tree in blossom and serenaded us!
Edward Lear was born on this day in 1812. This poem, The Owl and the Pussy-Cat, has delighted me from being very young.
IThe Owl and the Pussy-cat went to seaIn a beautiful pea-green boat,They took some honey, and plenty of money,Wrapped up in a five-pound note.The Owl looked up to the stars above,And sang to a small guitar,“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,What a beautiful Pussy you are,You are,You are!What a beautiful Pussy you are!”IIPussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!How charmingly sweet you sing!O let us be married! too long we have tarried:But what shall we do for a ring?”They sailed away, for a year and a day,To the land where the Bong-Tree growsAnd there in a wood a Piggy-wig stoodWith a ring at the end of his nose,His nose,His nose,With a ring at the end of his nose.III“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shillingYour ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”So they took it away, and were married next dayBy the Turkey who lives on the hill.They dined on mince, and slices of quince,Which they ate with a runcible spoon;And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,They danced by the light of the moon,The moon,The moon,They danced by the light of the moon.
I have just read the newsletter from The Lost Gardens of Heligan where they honour our friend Bill Mitchell. It is a beautiful tribute that those of you who have followed my recent posts will appreciate. http://newsletter.nixondesign.com/t/ViewEmail/r/A62CCE05D52F8D3D2540EF23F30FEDED/EA434ED4709CEF26BA4AF9908B8D85ED