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Six on Saturday – Golden Yellow and A Poem

Last week was all our white flowers and this week the golden orange hues have caught my eye. As we in Cornwall move into our 5th heatwave and a hosepipe ban, I don’t know how much longer the flowers will last. They have all been going over more quickly than usual already given we have had no real rain since early June, just a smidge of Cornish mizzle last week.
We’ll concentrate our watering, with watering cans,  on the food we are growing especially the tomatoes and sweetcorn and hope that the leeks, kale and kalettes will survive.  The autumn raspberries are looking very small and really need lots of rain…..and then sun!

Courgette flower

Orange Cosmos

Begonias in a chimney

These were seedlings I was given as volunteer harvest at Community Roots and I didn’t get the name.

California Poppies

Nearly 7′ Sunflower

And today, a very short, sweet poem by Emily Dickinson. I’m not sure that yellow is so rare in nature but like that the sunflower picture gives us blue too.

Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue

Jim, over at Garden Ruminations, hosts  Six on Saturday. Pop over and in the comments, find so many delightful posts.

 

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Feather with Raindrops and Emily Dickinson

Feather and raindrops

Feather and raindrops

Isn’t this a beautiful little poem?

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
By the time you read this, we should be on our way home from our American adventure.
 

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Photos, Texts and A Poem

Our Littlest Live-wire is with her other Grandparents for a  week and these photos came our way tonight – very cheery and good for the soul.

Littlest Live-wire at Sheepwash

Littlest Live-wire at Sheepwash

Water heaven in the Mussel Brook. —  in Sheepwash.

Water heaven in the Mussel Brook. — in Sheepwash.

My beloved brother and my bestest Sister-in-law have travelled to Cornwall today and we will see them tomorrow. Exchanging texts all day has been restorative too.

And a lovely poem for you, Hope is the Thing by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

 

 
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Posted by on June 19, 2015 in Beauty, family, photography, poetry

 

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