Saturday, 18 August 2007

A chilly regatta and some garden thoughts

Well what a cold, wet, windy day for the Mersea Regatta! Such a shame, after the few short weeks of 'real summer' weather. Stayed home, in the end, with relays of snoozing children, exhausted from their overnight camping trip. They were all recovered in time to catch the fireworks and funfair, however. By the time they returned, besmeared with candyfloss, I was exhausted and in need of a snooze myself, having spent the best part of the day at my PC, wrestling with a large legal textbook.

Brain insufficiently engaged to think of anything interesting to write, I have decided to fill what would otherwise be a blank space with some photos from my island garden. Still mourning the loss of my White Garden, which was a challenge (it was even plagued by obligingly white weeds, in the form of rampant greater bindweed) but (when all was going well) a source of great delight, I seem to be 'moving on' via a pinky-purple sort of phase - mainly in pots, it has to be said, since this is not to be a permanent abode.

'Here's flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
And with him rises weeping.'
Shakespeare, Winter's Tale IV.iii

'I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.' Robert Bridges, Testament of Beauty

'It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.' Robert Louis Stevenson

'O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies in herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities.' Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, II.iii

'Land of the hill and heather; Land of the awful weather; Land where the midges gather - Scotland the brave.' (The three white ceramic objects behind the lump of driftwood, to the right of the rope, are from a dismantled telegraph pole on the Isle of Mull, 'rescued' from the side of a loch, one chilly springtime eleven years ago. This is the first time a 'use' has been found for them - and even now their utility is somewhat debatable - but I hope they will feel at home near the lovely spiky heather.)

'Hanged up in houses, [lavender] doth very well attemper the aire, coole and make fresh the place to the delightand comfort of such as are therein.' John Gerard, 1597

'To-day, red blue; bells hang happily off the mossy edge of the steep ditch across from the iron graveyard gate.' from Fuchsia by Mary Guckian

'How fair is a garden amid the trials and passions of existence.' Benjamin Disraeli

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