The world is green and tangled. We have trouble making our way through the long lush grass and prefer to use the more well-worn routes. The heady smells of wild flowers and plants in the garden fill our heads. The lilac is particularly beautiful. Harvest went to her library and found a passage from 'Walden' written by the American, Henry David Thoreau in 1854. It was also known as 'Life in the Woods' and was an autobiographical collection of writings related to his two year stay at Walden Pond.
'Still grows the vivacious lilac a generation after the door and lintel and the sill are gone, unfolding its sweet-scented flowers each spring, to be plucked by the musing traveller; planted and tended once by children's hands, hi front-yard plots- now standing by wallsides in retired pastures, and giving place to new- rising forests;- the last of that stirp, sole survivor of that family. Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died- blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring. I mark its still tender, civil, cheerful lilac colors.'
As today is Saturday we are expecting Dad to come home from the Chicken Supermarket with yummy packages. Then he has to mend Kizzie's car in preparation for it's annual Test on Monday. There could be plenty of excitement today! Mum will be bustling about - but not near Dad - as she and Harvey are taking her Mum to Devon tomorrow to see Auntie Sylvia (same name, but not my best friend!) They will set out early and not return until late, so Dad and Honey will have a nice quiet day.
Have a good Saturday everyone! Gordon xxx
'Still grows the vivacious lilac a generation after the door and lintel and the sill are gone, unfolding its sweet-scented flowers each spring, to be plucked by the musing traveller; planted and tended once by children's hands, hi front-yard plots- now standing by wallsides in retired pastures, and giving place to new- rising forests;- the last of that stirp, sole survivor of that family. Little did the dusky children think that the puny slip with its two eyes only, which they stuck in the ground in the shadow of the house and daily watered, would root itself so, and outlive them, and house itself in the rear that shaded it, and grown man's garden and orchard, and tell their story faintly to the lone wanderer a half-century after they had grown up and died- blossoming as fair, and smelling as sweet, as in that first spring. I mark its still tender, civil, cheerful lilac colors.'
As today is Saturday we are expecting Dad to come home from the Chicken Supermarket with yummy packages. Then he has to mend Kizzie's car in preparation for it's annual Test on Monday. There could be plenty of excitement today! Mum will be bustling about - but not near Dad - as she and Harvey are taking her Mum to Devon tomorrow to see Auntie Sylvia (same name, but not my best friend!) They will set out early and not return until late, so Dad and Honey will have a nice quiet day.
Have a good Saturday everyone! Gordon xxx
