Bloke down the pub said he built a skyscraper with a thousand floors. I thought, that’s a tall storey.
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I predicted my business would make money and it did; a kind of self-fulfilling profit, see.
Why did Descartes get through so many hankies? Because he had a Rene nose!
In a list of the most influential French people I’d put Descartes before Dior.
I was going to get a brain transplant, but I changed my mind.
- Livestock Bucket.
- Ice Bucket.
- Mop Bucket.
- Bucket.
- Commercial Mop Bucket.
- Car Washing Bucket.
- Ash Bucket.
- Industrial Pail.
Q. Why are pollen and nectar the absolute best?
A. Because they are the bee’s needs!
Benny Andersen was a popular Danish poet I recently came across. I rather like his witty verses. Here’s the first verse of Restlessness, translated from the Danish by Michael Goldman.
My suitcase opens wide imploring
Feed me
fill me with socks
stuff me with shirts and underwear
fatten me with folded things
load me with longings and a shaving kit
I beg you
give me one more chance
to be tumbled around in trunks
relegated to backseats
treated like a dog on conveyor belts
let me be emptied
put through customs
and refilled
with dirty socks
half-emptied bottles
abducted ashtrays
let my contents spill out onto foreign sheets
hang on interesting hangers
plop in bidets with a guttural accent.
We'll gather lilacs in the spring again
And walk together down a shady lane
Until our hearts have learned to sing again
When you come home once more…
My fellow gardner sent me a photo – is this lilac? It smells lovely – I thought yes but uploaded it to Name This Plant, Microsoft's visual search on Bing, and it came back with Syringa. But a little more digging revealed that is indeed lilac, which is one of about a dozen plant species in the Syringa genus. It originates in the Balkan and the Greek name is paschalia, to do with Easter; pascal is derived from pascha = passover.
The name lilac ultimately stems from Persian nil = blue, which has a variant form nilak, and it has reached us via French < Spanish < Arabic. This made me think of the colour eau-de-nil ("water of the Nile"); could there be a connection.
Well perhaps. The Romans and Greeks called it Nilus and Νιελος, but beyond that the source is very uncertain. However, one possible root that's been suggested is indeed nil, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nile#Etymology_and_names
The first rose appeared today and it's a beauty.
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I THOUGHT I COULD MAKE IT
My garden is so overgrown
Nothing there but tall ferns
Which the occasional bear visits.
Everything’s gone to bracken and bruin.
My chair
Always complains when I sit on it
I don’t know why
I’ve done it a thousand times before
Perhaps it’s lonely.
We've been working hard to create a pocket wildflower meadow on the front lawn. There are a few introduced species; for example Snake's Head Fritillaries and Cyclamens; but also a whole mix of weeds that grow naturally round here. The latter are all wildflowers though, so we will manage rather than remove them. I counted at least 12 flower species on the go last week, not including grasses. We are adding to the variety and have recently put in some plugs of Yellow Rattle, and we shall plant more plugs in the autumn.
We decided we needed a 'cultivated corridor', a mown passage, to get more easily to the herb trough (that you can just see to the right of the path toward the end, but also to show a balance between management and nature.
We hope this little wildflower meadow will please the eye and provide an environment in which our all-important poillinators will flourish.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
I’ve read it before but not for many years, and I once saw it performed live.
Now rereading it, I see what an extraordinary and unique piece of work it is. Whatever could have put this into Shakespeare’s mind? And humour is not often durable, but the rustic players in Act 3, Scene 1 made me laugh aloud; it’s still very funny after 500 years.
AIMILIANOS MONAI, ALEXANDRIAN, A.D. 628–655, epitaph
Out of talk, appearance, and manners
I will make an excellent suit of armor;
and in this way I will face malicious people
without feeling the slightest fear or weakness.
They will try to injure me. But of those
who come near me none will know
where to find my wounds, my vulnerable places,
under the deceptions that will cover me.
So boasted Aimilianos Monai.
One wonders if he ever made that suit of armor.
In any case, he did not wear it long.
At the age of twenty-seven, he died in Sicily.
When I was very young, I have been told, I was sick down the back of Denys Watkins-Pitchford, a friend of my father. Watkins-Pitchford was an artist and an author of children's books, writing as 'BB' but illustrating them under his true name. His books are less well-known now, but perhaps worth a revival.
At the front of every book BB included his motto, which his father had recorded from a tombstone in the north country apparently.
- The wonder of the world
- The beauty and the power,
- The shapes of things,
- Their colours, lights and shades,
- These I saw.
- Look ye also while life lasts.

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Here's the pond from another angle. The big news is that the dwarf waterlily has put out a new leaf.
I hear a lot about mutant but I don't get it. I didn't even know ants could talk
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