What a marvellous beginning this sonnet has:
Q. Where did the Golden Fleece come from.
A. Gold baaas!
From my gate I can see this verge with its striking patches of spring flowers.
There are daisies (the Day’s Eye in Old English, because the flowers close at sunset and open at dawn); middle left, red dead-nettles (the botanical name Lamium purpureum more accurate about the colour); and celandines.
The name celandine is very poetic: Ancient Greek and Latin writers held that it flowered as the the swallows came in spring, and it was called χελιδόνιον, ‘ that of the swallow’.
From the OED:
1578 H. Lyte tr. R. Dodoens Niewe Herball i. xx. 32 The small Celandyne was so called, bycause that it beginneth to spring and to floure, at the comming of the Swallowes.
Today a pheasant visited my garden.
I caught a glimpse a day or so back, but today she was there for a while and I was able to get this snap.
From my Grandson:
I can't take my dog to the park anymore, the ducks keep biting him. Should have know this was going to happen, he's pure bread.
More than 35 million UK jabs, what a vaxxy nation!
Not many people know this but I was for a short time in the Japanese police force. An unusual incident that sticks in my mind is interviewing a martial arts expert about his unruly cat. I had to see a Dan about a mog.
You said I had no soul.
But I do.
Here you see my Shopska Salad, tonight’s supper.
One of my top favourite starters. (Really there should be some grated cheese on top, but I didn’t have any suitable, and it was fine without.)
I was taught how to make it in Northern Greece, by friends whose parents or grandparents were ethnic Greeks who moved to Greece from Bulgaria in the mass exchange of populations after WW1. I also met the dish in Bulgaria.
From this I assumed it was a) Bulgarian and b) traditional.
Turns out the answer to a) is Yes but as for b) not really; according to Wikipedia it was invented in 1955 by the Bulgarian state tourism association. It’s been a runaway success though. Give it a try. I always put a bit of chilli pepper in mine as well as the other vegetables, but that is probably unusual.
Because I have ankle arthritis “I have of late, forgone all custom of exercises”, as Hamlet says. But this is a bad habit and I realised my circulation was suffering.
So I searched online for exercises that could be done sitting or with the support of a chair back. There are a lot of good videos and for about three weeks now I’ve been doing some of the exercises.
And it’s had an effect! I can now stand on tiptoe, without the support of a chair back. Not very high or for very long, but I can do it. I couldn’t before. One tall step.
Here’s a Mondegreen I heard last night.
A. My daughter thinks I’m a taxidermist.
B. What like stuffed animals?
A. No, a taxi service.
My friend Michèle (photographer of the bee-flies) is helping me with my garden. Here is the result of today's work on one small area.
Please don’t show me
It might make me squeam.
The sweet miraculous power of a Robin
Turning birdseed into song.
You’ve heard of the silver cigarette case that stopped a bullet.
In a modern twist on this, a local tradesman fell off a ladder, but luckily his iPhone fell out of his shirt pocket and reached the ground first. He landed with his head on the phone rather than the concrete, and was spared from head injury.
Rather a nice story I think. I haven’t made it up.
I turned up my nose.
Now I’ve turned up my toes.
Presenter: Your chosen subject?
Contestant: Physical geography.
Presenter: Time starts now. What name is given to a route over or through a mountainous region?
A besom is what we think of as a witch’s broom, a bundle of twigs lashed to a handle. The word is from the Old English besema which was once the common word for a broom.
However the twigs often came from the shrub called broom and over time the name of the plant was transferred to the long-handled brush, which is now usually called a broom rather than a besom.
Broom is cognate with bramble and comes from a root that originally seems to have meant any kind of thorny bush.
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