Leaps and Bounds

A wonderful soft rain overnight to dampen the seeds I planted yesterday - some Cleome, a patch of Nicotiana and some Evening Scented Stock (small and insignificant, but such a fantastic memory-stirring fragrance)!

Each morning when I go out into the back garden I am amazed at the growth from the day before - great fronds of green and a plethora of pregnant buds, and small, slower emerging plants pushing through (along with millions of tiny chamomile seedlings).  It's been a wonderful spring, - lovely warm days interspersed with cloudy, damp weather and night-time showers.  The blue bench cushions play musical chairs, - in at night, out in the sunshine!  Come with me and see what's growing!!

The sweet Bridal Bush I bought to celebrate our anniversary a few years ago, transplanted from the old garden and still as lovely and pure and fragrant as ever.

The Bleeding heart is three feet tall, and behind it the new white variety hides in the shade of an enthusiastic peony, begging to be moved into its own space.

The Oriental Poppy makes its intentions clear - 

and along the side garden the quince blossoms along with that pretty shrub whose name I do not know.

The lilac blends in with the mountain ash blossom, lending that old familiar perfume - a drive 

through the valley is like a trip through heaven with the lilac and the lingering late apple blossom.

A few of the early pansies I planted when nothing else was available in the garden shops.

Another tree (a type of Elder?) blossoming its little heart out!

No shortage of violets, - unfortunately many are the kind that don't blossom, - just 

grow with great exuberance amidst all the other flowers, but here

and there are sweet white and purple blooms.

Oriental Poppies, prepared to Pop!

And the Abraham Darby, with tender new buds.

In a little corner of the front garden, by the gate that leads down the utility lane,

there is a small patch of modest Solomon's Seal, with it's pure white bells tinged with a tender green.

Beside it one lone tulip, enormous, spreading its petals in the sun like a lovely butterfly

Suddenly some of the peonies are tightly budded, and showing their crinkled crimson papery interior,

along with a few visiting ants.

A newly planted pot on the front steps

and the lightness of the new growth on the evergreens that stretch over the neighbour's fence.

The Chinese Underground Railway is running behind schedule, but there are advance passengers

showing up all through the garden, along with the ubiquitous buttercups!!!

I take my coffee and some music out into the garden

and sit in wonderment and quiet communion.

ABC Wednesday
May 8th, 2014

This week's letter is Q

For quaint, quirky, querulous quixotic  but also for Quips and Quotes, and the difference between the two.

A Quip is a clever, witty remark one makes, often prompted by the occasion - off the cuff, so to speak.

a Quote is someone else's clever, witty remark that hits the nail on the head.

Woody Allen's Quip, which I Quote - "In California they don't throw their garbage away - they make it into movies..."

And I guess that's all I have to say about Quips and Quotes.

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A Quick Weather Update

A Quick pictorial update on the weather

Nevertheless I see a small patch of blue off to the East. and that is enough to encourage me to find a dry spot, gather up all the petunias and lobelia and other stuff I couldn't resist, and go to 'POT'.

Note the lovely new birdhouse hanging in the back yard - another item I couldn't resist!!!! 

Oh, the first of May, the first of May! 

 How lovely it is, as Calli sits and watches in the sun, beside the tulips.

And I stir up dirt, a little bit of this, a dab of compost, some potting soil, 

a smidgin of vermiculite 

and a thimble full of 'Feed and Forget.

 I make up a pot of yellow begonias, pansies and sweet alyssum

to take to my daughter across the lane.

Tuesday, when it was our elder daughter's birthday and it was still April,

we drove along to Ginty's Pond with the camera

and were mesmerized by the beautiful greens

and the sun shining on last year's candled rushes.

and the neon green clump of grass reflected in the still waters.

I went to visit the hill garden, - up the lane 

lined with the beautiful curly willow

that Charles rooted and planted and watered and nurtured -

a sweet remembrance of him

and to the garden shop for some blue lobelia....

Transfixed with spring I found two lovely poems

from the days when I was young and romantic, - when

I loved Sara Teasdale, and was in awe of Goethe.

A delicate fabric of bird song

Floats in the air,

The smell of wet wild earth

is everywhere,

Oh I must pass nothing by

Without loving it much,

The raindrop try with my lips,

The grass with my touch;

For how can I be sure

I shall see again

The world on the first of May

Shining after the rain?

Sara Teasdale May Day

How fair doth Nature

Appear again!

How bright the sunbeams!

How smiles the plain!

The flow'rs are bursting

From every bough,

And thousand voices

Each bush yields now.

And joy and gladness

Fill ev'ry breast!

Oh earth!--oh sunlight!

Oh rapture blest!

Oh love! oh loved one!

Goethe, May Song

And most wonderful of all!  

Just tonight I have news of the birth of our fifth Great Grandchild!

What more glorious for springtime and the first of May!!!

The Diplomatic Platypus

ABC Wednesday
April 30th, 2014

The letter is P this week...

Amongst the many poems dedicated to The Duck-billed Platypus I have chosen THE DIPLOMATIC PLATYPUS by Patrick Barrington, the 11th Viscount Barrington of Ardglass (1908-1990).

Patrick Barrington was famous for his humorous verse, popular in Punch in the 1930's.

He was unmarried, and upon his death in 1990 the peerage he held became extinct.  But the Platypus lives on to entice poets with its inviting name and curious attributes.

The Diplomatic Platypus

I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity,
With whom I soon discovered a remarkable affinity.
He used to live in lodgings with myself and Arthur Purvis,
And we all went up together for the Diplomatic Service.
I had a certain confidence, I own, in his ability.
He mastered all the subjects with remarkable facility;
And Purvis, though more dubious, agreed that he was clever,
But no one else imagined he had any chance whatever.
I failed to pass the interview, the board with wry grimaces
Took exception to my boots and then objected to my braces,
And Purvis too was failed by an intolerant examiner
Who said he had his doubts as to his sock-suspender's stamina.
Our summary rejection, though we took it with urbanity
Was naturally wounding in some measure to our vanity;
The bitterness of failure was considerably mollified,
However, by the ease with which our platypus had qualified.
The wisdom of the choice, it soon appeared, was undeniable;
There never was a diplomat more thoroughly reliable.
He never made rash statements his enemies might hold him to,
He never stated anything, for no one ever told him to,
And soon he was appointed, so correct was his behaviour,
Our Minister (without Portfolio) to Trans-Moravia.
My friend was loved and honoured from the Andes to Esthonia,
And soon achieved a pact between Peru and Patagonia.
He never vexed the Russians nor offended the Rumanians,
He pacified the Letts and appeased the Lithuanians,
Won approval from his masters down in Downing Street so wholly, O,
He was soon to be rewarded with the grant of a Portfolio.
When on the Anniversary of Greek Emancipation,
Alas! He laid an egg in the Bulgarian Legation.
This untoward occurrence caused unheard-of repercussions,
Giving rise to epidemics of sword-clanking in the Prussians.
The Poles began to threaten, and the Finns began to flap at him,
Directing all the blame for this unfortunate mishap at him;
While the Swedes withdrew entirely from the Anglo-Saxon dailies
The right of photographing the Aurora Borealis,
And, all efforts at rapprochement in the meantime proving barren,
The Japanese in self-defense annexed the Isle of Arran.
My platypus, once thought to be more cautious and more tentative
Than any other living diplomatic representative,
Was now a sort of warning to all diplomatic students
Of the risks attached to negligence, the perils of imprudence,
And, branded in the Honours List as 'Platypus, Dame Vera'
Retired a lonely figure, to lay eggs in Bordighera.

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How I spent Sunday....

Out in the garden first thing in the morning, getting all squiggley and dirty, 

mixing soil and planting potatoes in the potato planting bag I bought last spring, 

 - just like this one only orange.....

You will notice the nice little flap at the bottom of the bag that enables you to  feel around

for those first small baby potatoes that are so delicious

with a bit of mint!

I had a few nicely sprouted potatoes left, so found a little spot at

the bottom of a bird house my

son-in-law made for the back garden

and tucked them in with a pat on the head and

a nice covering of potting soil and compost.

Time for coffee and a shower, and then I dressed

for an afternoon event.

The 100th Anniversary of the establishment of the Royal Purple Lodge,

an adjunct to the Benevolent Order of Elks.

I have belonged to the Purple for many years, and have many dear

friends amongst the organization.  It suffers from a lack

of new memberships among the young as so many

of the old institutions do.

New generations and new ways of doing things.

As a result we are small in numbers, but the bonds are strong.

To celebrate we had a Friendship Day, inviting friends in other Lodges to attend;

coming, if they wished, in fashions of a century ago.

I wore a big hat, white gloves, a nightgown ensemble I fashioned into a tea dress. and carried an old fashioned bag.

Many others came in similar costumes, although I think mine was the only nightgown there!

We had a delicious old-fashioned tea with fancy sandwiches and welsh cakes

and strawberry shortcake, and then played games that were popular in the parlours 

of the country one hundred years ago.

Snakes and Ladders, Pick up Sticks, Tiddly Winks and Dominoes, 

   and I have to say, considering the age of these ladies, 

                      most appropriate in that they were not too mentally strenuous 

            that they interfered with conversation!!

We all had a perfectly lovely time and I came home and had a small drink of

Orange Brandy and a pleasant dose of Reminiscence.

 

The garden, as April fades into May

A chilly spring and a fickle April,

 but I am being gradually lured out into the garden to plant salad greens, potatoes

 and the few perennials and summer bulbs I picked up 

at the garden shop.

The King Alfred's were glorious and my rather depleted supply of them

(compared to other years in the hillside garden)

mostly went on to the Altar, and from there

to others in the Parish who are not

fortunate enough to have even a

depleted supply.

The tulips and narcissus have taken their place.

And a few late daffodils.

And the pretty pink blossoms of the Elephant's Ear have

started to shoot up under the Mountain Ash.

I planted a new hosta in the shady berm under the neighbour's

evergreens, hoping that it will do as well as the 

one we put in a few years ago.

It was pleasing to see the mystery tree we de-horned this spring

has all sorts of beautiful fresh sprouts and leaves

and that the Mountain Ash we thought was ill and dying last fall

is looking healthy and full of vigor and new buds.

After taking some Welsh Cakes to the Royal Purple to serve at a 100th year Anniversary

tomorrow I went up to visit  the folks on the hill,

but nobody was home so I admired their lovely blossoms

and took some pictures

of the Flowering Almond

and the beautiful magnolia

and the blossoming cherries and plums

Here at home budding lilacs

burgeoning poppies

and blue sky over Apex, in the distance,

fill me with enthusiasm for May!!!