We have some lovely white Primroses in the front garden. They have arrived all of their own accord.
White Primroses with the more common pale yellow ones for contrast.
In all our garden work, a Narcissus became broken so I brought it in where we can appreciate its beauty close up.
Anyone know the name of this beauty?
John Keats dated his poem, Endymion, April10th 1818, 200 years ago today. Here is a short extract which sums up my blog’s purpose.
From Endymion, Book 1
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkn’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
