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Dandelion, Clematis and Wallflower

I love dandelion clocks, especially this one among the bluebells. You might like to look at an earlier post about the dandelion, quite a special ‘weed.’

This is the first flower on our Clematis Montana. There are hundreds of buds waiting for some sunshine.

I’m delighted with the wallflowers. They were lovely last Spring and I didn’t ever get around to pulling them out. I didn’t expect them to flower again so this is a real treat.

Coffee time after singing this morning was a time when we especially missed our Dear Friend John, remembering  and sharing how missed he is.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. 
    For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”

 

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Primroses, Violets and Words on Friendship

Spring flowers are in abundance everywhere. These I found in the gardens at Burncoose Nurseries.

An extract from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran 1883-1931. This is for our dear friends, J and M.

 

On Friendship

And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship. 
    And he answered, saying: 
    Your friend is your needs answered. 
    He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. 
    And he is your board and your fireside.
    For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace…………

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And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. 
    For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

 

 

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Smells of Senegal, London Underground and Khalil Gibran on Children

1  Such a lovely thing – when I use my hairdryer, it blows out the beautiful incensey smell that was in our apartment in Pikine in Senegal bringing back all those lovely memories.

2  We’ve just bought a new shower curtain with the Tube map on it! Click on it to make it big enough to read.

London Underground Map on our new shower curtain

3  I’ve just come back from the run-through of tomorrow’s Baby Naming Ceremony, firstly a beautiful drive down to Potager Garden though lanes lined by ancient  trees and then the words of the Ceremony which contain the following from Kahlil Gibran, words that Mr S and I love and the philosophy which we tried to keep in mind while bringing up our own four children:

“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.


You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.”

 

 
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Posted by on April 20, 2012 in books, home, poetry, Senegal, senses, travel

 

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