Saturday, June 25, 2016

It's A Garden Party! - Jellicles!


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This feature, originally known as Saturday Farmer's Market, was created by Heather at Capricious Reader, and was then hosted by Chris at Stuff as Dreams are Made on.

If anyone would like to share their own gardening adventures with me - large or small, inside or out - I would love to see them.
Just leave a link to your post in the comments.


Benny & Joon-Bug

I know. I know. These are cats. Yes, this is true. And they are not just cats but indoor cats, and as such, have nothing to do with the garden. This is also true.

(And by the way, they are Jellicles, and what is affectionately known as 'cowts' in this house. Thank you very much.)

But you see, it's like this. The weather has been quite hot, and the garden is looking a bit scruffy right now. I know that means I have been failing in my responsibilities. But I have excuses. (plenty of them)

So, anyone who would like to volunteer for some weeding and deadheading is more than welcome.

The Song of the Jellicles
- T.S.Elliot

Jellicle Cats come out to-night
Jellicle Cats come one come all:
The Jellicle Moon is shining bright -
Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.
Jellicle Cats are black and white,
Jellicle Cats are rather small;
Jellicle Cats are merry and bright,
And pleasant to hear when they caterwaul.
Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces,
Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes;
They like to practise their airs and graces
And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise.
Jellicle Cats develop slowly,
Jellicle Cats are not too big;
Jellicle Cats are roly-poly,
They know how to dance a gavotte and a jig.
Until the Jellicle Moon appears
They make their toilette and take their repose:
Jellicle Cats wash behind their ears,
Jellicle dry between their toes.
Jellicle Cats are white and black,
Jellicle Cats are of moderate size;
Jellicle Cats jump like a jumping-jack,
Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes.
They're quitet enough in the morning hours,
They're quitet enough in the afternoon,
Reserving their terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon.
Jellicle Cats are black and white,
Jellicle Cats (as I said) are small;
If it happends to be a stormy night
They will practise a caper or two in the hall.
If it happens the sun is shining bright
You would say they had nothing to do at all:
They are resting and saving themselves to be right
For the Jellicle Moon and the Jellicle Ball.

Friday, June 24, 2016

The House of Rest

 
I will build a house of rest,
Square the corners every one:
At each angle on his breast
Shall a cherub take the sun;
Rising, risen, sinking, down,
Weaving day’s unequal crown.

In the chambers, light as air,
Shall responsive footsteps fall:
Brother, sister, art thou there?
Hush! we need not jar nor call;
Need not turn to seek the face
Shut in rapture’s hiding-place.

Heavy load and mocking care
Shall from back and bosom part;
Thought shall reach the thrill of prayer,
Patience plan the dome of art.
None shall praise or merit claim,
Not a joy be called by name.

With a free, unmeasured tread
Shall we pace the cloisters through:
Rest, enfranchised, like the Dead;
Rest till Love be born anew.
Weary Thought shall take his time,
Free of task-work, loosed from rhyme.

No reproof shall grieve or chill;
Every sin doth stand confest;
None need murmur, ‘This was ill’:
Therefore do they grant us rest;
Contemplation making whole
Every ruin of the soul.

Pictures shall as softly look
As in distance shows delight;
Slowly shall each saintly book
Turn its pages in our sight;
Not the study’s wealth confuse,
Urging zeal to pale abuse.

Children through the windows peep,
Not reproachful, though our own;
Hushed the parent passion deep,
And the household’s eager tone.
One above, divine and true,
Makes us children like to you.

Measured bread shall build us up
At the hospitable board;
In Contentment’s golden cup
Is the guileless liquor poured.
May the beggar pledge the king
In that spirit gathering,

Oh! my house is far away;
Yet it sometimes shuts me in.
Imperfection mars each day
While the perfect works begin.
In the house of labor best
Can I build the house of rest.


from: She Wields a Pen: American Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. Copyright 1997. 
 

Thursday, June 23, 2016

The House of the Sun


“The chambers of the sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceased.”

The doorways of the Sun were closed;
    Its muted bells gave forth no sound.
But while the windy prophets dozed
    A child a little crevice found.

He pulled with one small straining hand;
    The massy door moved willingly.
And he has wakened all the band
    Of singers—they rise eagerly.

Let now again the hinges move
    In sweetly clanging melody;
Unseat the dark blind from the groove;
    Unleash the struggling harmony.

The golden doors are opening
    To ancient sounds of loveliness;
The Sons of Light are issuing,
    Winged with their antique mightiness.

Who can sing the House of the Sun?
    Who shall frame its dreadful art?
His childhood never must be done!
    And he must have a wondering heart!

Burn all the manuscripts of shame!
    Break every lute of brazen string!
Utter, O living tongues, the flame!
    Up, Dust, into the Sun, and sing!


from: The Fugitive, Copyright 1922. 
 

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Quote of the Day




If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

- Roald Dahl




Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Ah! Sun-flower

 
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done. 

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: 
Arise from their graves and aspire, 
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Kilt Monday!

'Cause let's face it,
Mondays can be so rough, hard, difficult.


Sunday, June 19, 2016

Saturday, June 18, 2016

It's A Garden Party! - Lantana & Lady Bugs



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This feature, originally known as Saturday Farmer's Market, was created by Heather at Capricious Reader, and was then hosted by Chris at Stuff as Dreams are Made on.

If anyone would like to share their own gardening adventures with me - large or small, inside or out - I would love to see them.
Just leave a link to your post in the comments.


Lantana!

In a red, orange, and yellow combination . . . and in bright yellow!


Look, a helpful little friend on the Cape Honeysuckle.



A small speckled visitor
Wearing a crimson cape
Brighter than a cherry
Smaller than a grape
A polka-dotted someone
Walking on my wall
A black-hooded lady
In a scarlet shawl.