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  1. Poetic Wanderings

    Let's sit and set things straight now, hip to haunch. Here's spring come, and the nights one makes up bands To roam the town and sing out carnival, And I've been three weeks shut within my mew, A-painting for the great man, saints and saints And saints again. I could not paint all night— Ouf! I leaned out of window for fresh air. There came a hurry of feet and little feet, A sweep of lute strings, laughs, and whifts of song, -- Flower o' the broom, Take away love, and our earth is a tomb! Flower o' the quince. I let Lisa go, and what good is life since? Flower o' the thyme — and so on. Round they went. Scarce had they turned the corner when a titter Like the skipping of rabbits by moonlight,—three slim shapes, And a face that looked up . . . zooks, sir, flesh and blood, That's all I'm made of! Into shreds it went, Curtain and counterpane and coverlet, All the bed-furniture—a dozen knots, There was a ladder! Down I let myself, Hands and feet, scrambling somehow, and so dropped, And after them. I came up with the fun Hard by Saint Laurence hail fellow, well met,— Flower o' the rose, If i've been merry, what matter who knows? And so as I was stealing back again To get to bed and have a bit of sleep Ere I rise up to-morrow and go work On Jerome knocking at his poor old breast With his great round stone to subdue the flesh, You snap me of the sudden. Ah, I see! Though your eye twinkles still, you shake your head— Mine's shaved—a monk, you say—the sting 's in that! If Master Cosimo announced himself, Mum's the word naturally; but a monk! From Fra Lippo Lippi by Robert Browning
  2. Poetic Wanderings

    The sun is bright,--the air is clear, The darting swallows soar and sing. And from the stately elms I hear The bluebird prophesying Spring. So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet from the sky, Where waiting till the west-wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. All things are new;--the buds, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest, And even the nest beneath the eaves;-- There are no birds in last year's nest! All things rejoice in youth and love, The fulness of their first delight! And learn from the soft heavens above The melting tenderness of night. Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it is not always May! Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, To some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest! It Is Not Always May by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  3. Poetic Wanderings

    BUT chief—surpassing all—a cuckoo clock! That crowning wonder! miracle of art! How have I stood entranced uncounted minutes, With held-in breath, and eyes intently fixed On that small magic door, that when complete 5 The expiring hour—the irreversible— Flew open with a startling suddenness That, though expected, sent the rushing blood In mantling flushes o’er my upturned face; And as the bird, (that more than mortal fowl!) 10 With perfect mimicry of natural tone, Note after note exact Time’s message told, How my heart’s pulse kept time with the charmed voice! And when it ceased made simultaneous pause As the small door clapt to, and all was still. 15 'The Cuckoo Clock' from The Birthday by Caroline Bowles Southey
  4. Have a Rant!

    Pleased to know that peace is again reigning in the mac household.
  5. Poetic Wanderings

    My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splinter'd spear-shafts crack and fly, The horse and rider reel: They reel, they roll in clanging lists, And when the tide of combat stands, Perfume and flowers fall in showers, That lightly rain from ladies' hands. How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favours fall! For them I battle till the end, To save from shame and thrall: But all my heart is drawn above, My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrine: I never felt the kiss of love, Nor maiden's hand in mine. More bounteous aspects on me beam, Me mightier transports move and thrill; So keep I fair thro' faith and prayer A virgin heart in work and will. first two stanzas of Sir Galahad by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
  6. Have a Rant!

    So sorry that you and Mr mac have fallen out. You may be right that it is age-related, he is probably as frustrated as you that it is getting more difficult to get out and about, and do the things that were once so easy. You having the plants delivered may seem like an acknowledgement that you are both getting a bit more frail, and that acknowledgement may be what is making him angry, not you - you are just on the receiving end of his anger! Or I could just be talking rubbish! Hope you are both feeling friendlier towards each other soon.
  7. what is everyone doing?

    Sheku Kanneh-Mason. He is brilliant! Aged 17, he won The BBC Young Musician of the year in 2016 and was quite remarkable. He has performed at a number of prestigeous events in the last two years, and his album "Inspirations" has been a great success (I have yet to buy myself a copy, but may drop hints to my sons at birthday time). His six siblings are also talented musicians; his elder sister accompanied him on the piano in his 'Young Musician' entry, and one of his younger sisters, Jeneba, was a finalist inthe keyboard section of this year's Young Musician of the Year. I am in awe of all of them!
  8. Poetic Wanderings

    Groan! No escape from it, even here Tempest tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed, Come to me, all ye that labour; come, and I will give ye rest. Fear no more, O doubting hearted; weep no more, O weeping eye! Lo, the voice of your redeemer; lo, the songful morning near. Here one hour you toil and combat, sin and suffer, bleed and die; In my father's quiet mansion soon to lay your burden by. Bear a moment, heavy laden, weary hand and weeping eye. Lo, the feet of your deliverer; lo, the hour of freedom here. Tempest Tossed and Sore Afflicted by Robert Louis Stevenson
  9. Poetic Wanderings

    THEY say there’s a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith and Good, Wisdom and Truth abide, Æterna corpora, subject to no change. There the sure suns of these pale shadows move; There stand the immortal ensigns of our war; Our melting flesh fixed Beauty there, a star, And perishing hearts, imperishable Love.… Dear, we know only that we sigh, kiss, smile; Each kiss lasts but the kissing; and grief goes over; Love has no habitation but the heart .Poor straws! on the dark flood we catch awhile, Cling, and are borne into the night apart. The laugh dies with the lips, ‘Love’ with the lover. Mutability by Rupert Brooke
  10. what is everyone doing?

    Mr meg and I have had a lovely day out at Winkworth Arboretum We were too late for the bluebells, which are now fading fast after a week of dry, sunny weather, but the azaleas are in full bloom. I'm not too keen on the gaudy colours myself, but there are secluded walks among magnificent trees in other parts of the arboretum, with lots of places to sit and look at the views and listen to the birdsong (none of which I can identify) and distant farm-animal noises. Mr meg will chatter inanities, but finally realised that I was not answering him, and let me enjoy the peace and traquility.
  11. what is everyone doing?

    Mr Fox has come close to out-foxing me! At the end of our garden there is a double wall - one about a metre high, which is our boundary, and one about 2 metres high that the neighbour behind built (an unknown number of years ago) Between is a gap of about 9", in which I have planted three thornless blackberries which should, eventually, trail over the edge on our side. There are also some trailing nasturtiums between the blackberries, and two alpine strawberies. As Mr (or Mrs) Fox uses the top of the lower wall to get round the garden, and had been digging there during the winter, I made a tunnel of climbing plant netting along the length of the wall, to protect the plants . It worked fine. but now the plants are beginning to grow through the netting, so it had to be removed while it was still possible. Within a couple of days 4 deep holes were dug - very carefully between the plants! Carefully sited though they were, the excavations were still disturbing the roots, so I am having to try something else. Currently the bare soil behind the plants has odd bits of netting pinned in place with short lengths of bamboo - not very elegant, but will soon be hidden, I hope, by the growing plants - and I have collected up the big pebbles that were topping plant pots and put them in the spaces between the plants. Every morning now I do a tour of the garden to find out what new and unexpected spot he has found to dig in during the night.
  12. Poetic Wanderings

    Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear’d with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. ‘Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room, Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes. William Shakespeare, sonnet 55
  13. Rest in Peace

    Beth Chatto, creator of the wonderful Beth Chatto gardens in Essex. Fount of knowledge over many years to those visiting her gardens. Friend of that other inspirational gardener, the late Christopher Lloyd. She will be missed by many, many keen gardeners and garden lovers.
  14. what is everyone doing?

    I'm sure that my garden costs me a fortune every year (this one, and the previous one even more so), but I try not to think about it! Mr meg loves the home-grown veg, and I never tell him that, adding up all the growing costs, it would be much cheaper to buy it in the supermarket. But if I factor in the pleasure I get from the process,, in spite of the back, and both if us get from the eating, I think it is worth the expense. And shop bought runner beans, or tomatoes straight from the vine, taste so much better than shop ones If your nursery sells climbing plant netting cut from the roll you can just buy half a metre (or yard - are you metric in Canada?). Buying it as a pre-packaged roll will be a bit expensive just for squirrel-proofing pots, and far more than you need (unless you have a lot of pots). What about covering the bare soil around the rose with biggish pebbles, ones that are too heavy for the squirrel to push out of the way? They can be bought in garden centres over here, have you seen them for sale at all where you go for your gardening supplies? They look attractive in the tops of big pots.. I'm afraid that moving your hanging basket to a thinner branch is unlikely to deter the squirrel - if it is strong enough to take the weight of a basket of compost and flowers it will give a squirrel no problem. I can't offer a solution, other than regularly putting out nuts for the squirrel in the hope of distracting it. Not a solution I would bother with, although I have seen it recommended.
  15. what is everyone doing?

    Momac, I have put netting in the tops of my pots, to keep the fox from digging in them. For the big tubs I use the kind of plastic netting used for supporting climbing plants such as clematis. It's not too difficult to cut to shape. size with good strong scissors. As your rose is presumably a reasonable size you would need to cut a circle to fit the pot, and then make a cut from the edge in to the middle, to fit it round the stem of the rose. My windowsill-germinated plants have been in and out of the growhouse for a couple of weeks, and most are ready for planting out, but the beds are mostly not quite ready as a late start and back trouble have slowed me down this year. The tomatoes (bought in) got too big for their 3” pots and went into the garden pots last week, each with a little tent of horticultural fleece just to give them a bit of protection while they bed in. Today I planted four courgettes (I found out last year that putting in 5 overcrowded their raised bed, once they stared fruiting). They had germinated very well so I have 9 spares potted up, some of which will no doubt end up in Elder Son’s garden (as did my spare broad beans). I have had mixed germination of my climbing beans. A couple of varieties have been 100%, but a couple (particularly the runners) are disappointing. They will probably not go out until the end of the month, as I will have to put up a windbreak first or they will never manage to climb up the poles. I decided to fit the raised beds with hoops and netting to keep the fox from digging it up, and the birds from pulling out the newly planted veggies - but bending to fix the netting to the hoops is really bothering my back and I have a busy week elsewhere so I don’t know when the rest of the netting will get done, never mind the planting! Two of my clematis have so far shown no sign of new growth One I remember being a late starter last year, so I still have hope for that, but I fear that the other has not survived the winter.
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