We had the shortest walk today in the gathering gloom, just around the block but Lovers’ Lane looked lovely despite, or maybe because of, the mistiness.
Lovers’ Lane
A splash of purple caught my eye on our return and, yes, there was another sign of Spring, the first Iris Reticulata in flower.
Iris Reticulata
I came across this charming poem this afternoon and though there has been no hail today, the poem certainly catches the essence of the hailstorm I drove through last Thursday on my way to singing. You can imagine the noise on the top of my very old and much loved little soft top Beetle – a ‘storm of hornets’ indeed!
Hailstorm – Kay Ryan
Like a storm
of hornets, the
little white planets
layer and relayer
as they whip around
in their high orbits,
getting more and
more dense before
they crash against
our crust. A maelstrom
of ferocious little
fists and punches,
so hard to believe
once it’s past.
The next episode of SuffragetteDiary is published. https://suffragettediary.wordpress.com/2018/01/27/tuesday-13th-july-contd/
