Flowers

June is a time for flowers. Mostly, I love to see wild flowers growing randomly in hedgerows, woods or meadows. I am not really someone who habitually enthuses about garden flowers - nor shop bought cut flowers that mostly arrive in this country from commercial growers in The Netherlands.

However, at the top of this blogpost there's a photograph of a pink peony I took in the gardens of Fonthill House. Below there are two pictures of blue delphiniums that I saw in the same gardens. In the sunshine, that blue was so vivid.

In village churches you may be lucky enough to see the handiwork of unnamed and unseen amateur florists. Often this will be after or just before significant services or festivals . When I visited St Peter's Church in Swallowcliffe, Wiltshire, this corner display happened to catch my eye...

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Thank Fuck For The Vaccine

I’ve eaten my words today. 

Thank goodness I didn’t get to Rome suffering from covid 

I’ve spent most of the last 48 hours in bed. 

35 degrees with a bad chest could have been lethal. 

I’m mindful of my place in the covid demographic, 

It’s sobering

It wasn’t meant to be , I’m sorry Rachel .

I got up early this morning , put broad beans, a little chilli, garlic, ginger and stock into the slow cooker and after walking the dogs went back to bed. 

And apart from toilet stops there I have stayed until 9 pm.

The soup was like eating gruel, so I gave up

Late to the party I’ve  completely lost my sense of taste and smell too.

The girls and Albert followed me around the garden as it was getting dusk and watched me carefully as I cut long blooms from the leggy Nepeta by the gate. I collected a nice bunch which  I put into a glass of water  and placed it on the fire mantle. 

That about finished me off,

Even that small exertion made me feel breathless 

And tired

Which is sobering again 

Thank fuck for the vaccine 

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