SWEET PEAS

Under the sweet-peas I stood
And drew deep breaths, they smelt so good.
Then, with strange enchanted eyes,
I saw them change to butterflies.

Higher than the skylark sings
I saw their fluttering crimson wings
Leave their garden-trellis bare
And fly into the upper air.

Standing in an elfin trance
Through the clouds I saw them glance….
Then I stretched my hands up high
And touched them in the distant sky.

At once the coloured wing came back
From wandering in the zodiac.
Under the sweet-peas I stood
And drew deep breaths. They smelt so good.

Alfred Noyes

DAISIES and VERSES

Daisies

by Hilda Conkling

Snow-white shawls . . .
Golden faces . . .
Countryside, hillside, wayside people . . .
Little market-women
Selling dew and yellow flour
To make bread
For some city of elves. . . .

The daisy follows soft the sun

by Emily Dickinson

The daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his golden walk is done,
Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking, finds the flower near.
“Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?”
“Because, sir, love is sweet!”

TUESDAY MORNING

We were at Sainsbury’s this morning while it was still dark, which proved to be a good move as there were only a handful of other shoppers there. Loads of employees filling Click and Collect orders, though. Everyone was calm and pleasant. The only things we didn’t get were Gruyere cheese and slimline tonic – this saved money on Bombay Sapphire which I promptly spent on Sauvignon Blanc. And I got some lovely lisianthus. Home before eight o’clock for well earned bacon and eggs.
Safely indoors again for another week.

I can’t help feeling this guy has got the right idea, especially the bit about getting gently hammered in a warm pub. Although not today, as I can feel a bout of labyrinthitis about to make its presence felt.

A Christmas present from Beverley, this is one of the most difficult jigsaws Jan has attempted since the lockdown started – an atlas of the world with names so tiny it requires a magnifying glass just to read them and Google to work out what country or continent they belong to. I think she’ll be able to compete on Mastermind with Geography as a specialist subject by the time she finishes it.

LENS BABY TULIPS

I’ve been doing a bit of archiving / cataloguing while watching the rain run down the window. I found a little batch of florals I’d shot with my lens baby. It was a few years ago and I can’t remember which lens it was, but I remember it was a lot of fun. The lens now languishes forgotten in a cupboard somewhere, so I think it’s time I found it and learnt how to use it properly.

FLORA

A little bit of vibrant colour for a grey, November day. I called this Flora for fairly obvious reasons. We had a lot of fun making the model’s hair fly out like that, although I think she was a tad dizzy by the time we’d finished.