One garden, two houses, some lessons from the past and hope for the future. A look at life in New Zealand, a bit of history and a Morris jig or two.
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My Favourite Window
May 11, 2011
At the end of a fruitful day the westering sun traced lace shadows onto newly painted walls.
And as an emblem of Hope and persistance the jonquils are already thrusting up their green spears amongst the complementary marsh marigold foliage.
I hold the 18th May in my head as the last date for mowing bulb-strewn swards, but these bulbs have been up for some time, and judging by the blade-torn tips on some new shoots, they have been up since before my last mowing round; about a fortnight already...
"Do you realise that some of the stored bulbs are sprouting," Lady Mondegreen reminds me.
So they are, but first to plant must be the curiosities that I dug from the grass verge the day after Elwin died
(in order to rescue them from a team of eager mowers). I wrote about these plena-flowered daffodils in my very first blog post
Here they are: there were six blooms last spring - there were hundreds when I was a child - and ready to plant are nine bulbs. I have planted them under polyanthus and pansies right beside my back step. This space has been opened up after the bank of mock orange blossom was cut back for the house painting.
This week, marking six months since Elwin's death, I feel as though a great weight has been lifted from me. Not until I felt motivation: to garden, to clean the house, to sort family keepsakes, to enjoy my children - to be able to do a dozen different things in the day - did I realise how crippled I had become. So many older women have mentioned to me the tiredness of grief and even though I'm not even sure what my grief is attached to anymore: a husband, a city, friends' lost children, a future aborted...
I feel that winter will be a time of contentment for me.
A time for instance to be inventive with the fat of the land.
To close, I'll share tonight's dinner dish and the discovery that our cat, Aelfwise, will eat any amount of sweet chestnuts!