Musings from the Merse
Saturday, March 14, 2009
A week to go the official opening of Spring and the first daffs we have seen around here are in the most sheltered part of the garden in the Small House in Duns. Soon the whole county will be lousy with them-no more so than in Hutton in the road down to the Kirk. Visual pollution at its most powerful-until the Rape ripens
Sadly I have free cycled my scythe
The snowdrops are well past their prime and heads hanging in shame for still being around.
Labels: Daffodils, Small House in Duns, Spring
Saturday, April 05, 2008
The Flowers That Bloom in the Spring Tra La should be uprooted
Relis used to live in Dialect* Bay, in Fife, a purpose build sea side suburb brand new in the 1970s-for people who were upwardly mobile but not upward enough to live in Embra. Some of the gardens in this new community of (sometimes pretentious) gracious living were almost grotesque, often neurotic, in their colourful splendour-garish was the adjective that came to mind. The sort of manicured lawns which were calling out for some public spirited vandal to cover in steaming dog turds to make them look a bit more natural. The occupants of these bijou residences spend to spend 90% of their lives in their gardens and 10% washing and buffing their Beamers. And that was the men-who earned the dosh was a great mystery
I thought of those verdant claustrophobic half acres when going around Regents Park yesterday-this display.image above, had DB written all over it. Enlarge to enjoy its full over the toppery-enough to give passing bees a severe migraine.
Now en route to Hutton courtesy of National Express and with a bit of luck the coming cold snap will put pay to the struggling Daffodils for good and all.
* The real name is disguised to avoid giving offence-but if you put it into SpellChecker out pops Dialect. So be it
Relis used to live in Dialect* Bay, in Fife, a purpose build sea side suburb brand new in the 1970s-for people who were upwardly mobile but not upward enough to live in Embra. Some of the gardens in this new community of (sometimes pretentious) gracious living were almost grotesque, often neurotic, in their colourful splendour-garish was the adjective that came to mind. The sort of manicured lawns which were calling out for some public spirited vandal to cover in steaming dog turds to make them look a bit more natural. The occupants of these bijou residences spend to spend 90% of their lives in their gardens and 10% washing and buffing their Beamers. And that was the men-who earned the dosh was a great mystery
I thought of those verdant claustrophobic half acres when going around Regents Park yesterday-this display.image above, had DB written all over it. Enlarge to enjoy its full over the toppery-enough to give passing bees a severe migraine.
Now en route to Hutton courtesy of National Express and with a bit of luck the coming cold snap will put pay to the struggling Daffodils for good and all.
* The real name is disguised to avoid giving offence-but if you put it into SpellChecker out pops Dialect. So be it
Labels: Daffodils, Dalgety Bay, neurotic gardens
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Was Wordsworth Here?
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
In lake land bright and Surrey's Sutton
But sadly not in frigid Hutton
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Global Warming Indication No 67: Hutton Spring Unsprung.Late March
The ice caps may be melting but Hutton isn't and the wretched Daffs are in a state of arrested development and have been for the past fortnight-whilst in the balmy south they have been out for a month or more. The images show the usually prolific daffodil areas on the road leading to the Kirk and in the southern garden in the Old Manse. There are some out but only where the cold north wind could not get at them. The group featured were less than 3 metres from the not yet perhaps never flowering variety. But even they have an apologetic air about them.
Is this something to do with the SNP government?
Labels: Daffodils, Hutton Spring, Wordsworth
