New plants from Canons Ashby

... and so I didn't lose any time. As I was up in rural Warwickshire celebrating my husband's uncle's golden anniversary, I was kindly taken by my mother-in-law to visit Canons Ashby, a beautiful National Trust house, which was home to the Dryden family. The church is, thanks to Henry VIII's unfulfilled matrimonial expectations, all…

My garden, two years later

And so it is that after two years in a Parisian flat where it wasn't even possible to flower the windowsills, we are back in Canterbury. Back in our little house and, more importantly, to our garden ! During our absence, a friendly gardener regularly visited our plot, cutting the hedge (that dreaded ivy, the…

Scarcity

And here I am Sitting in a mizzle between two sunny spells My insides full of unspoken words Which stir and churn and seethe and swirl Am I sitting they make me stand Am I standing they make me fall And lying down they make me cry A broken-winged call. All too common, the need…

Westernmost

  Of these westernmost lands My child Will you long remember Between soft folds of velvet green Paler, darker – oh winds’ fancies The silvery song of streams ? With every further step you take Towards shorter summer Its soflty spoken rhyme will fade Its call will sound thinner Yet in the deeper still waters…

Silver Sands (Bay of Morar)

It was mid-afternoon and low tide under grey skies. He was walking along the estuary, weighing almost nothing on a sand as white as his mind, weaving his steps according to a lonely seagull's flight patterns, hollowing his ear to receive the distant rumble coming fom the frontier line where the slow wandering water would…

On the other shore

  On the other shore Clouds will be thinner heralds of fair weather Winds will disagree between mornings and eves Scattered around noon like dandelions glory And under loose suns men and women will go Their noses in the air but their hands in the depth Of so rich a soil as to make transient…

Longing

End of April. Plane trees - platanus hispanica - are now sailing along in the clear morning light. Horse chestnut-trees and paulownias have reached the peak of their beauty. The time of the euphorbia has passed. The time of the wisteria is drawing to an end.   (Euphorbia near Pernety, purple wisteria in Rue des…

Northern light

So here I am, back in the North ! 🙂 I haven't written anything in English for a while, except a little song (to which I haven't found the tune), but feel it is the language for this lighthearted blogpost. I love the North of England. Its landscape of hills and moors is beauty and…

Parting song

There is blue in the sunbeams A libration in the trees' songs December is like a stream Cutting through slanting seasons Signs are laid for all to heed Time has come for me to leave On the cobbles where you flew Chased and torn and broken fell I am still looking for you Tender prey…

Off topic

So I have decided to start a new section in my blog, entitled Back in the pond. I have been back in Paris for more than two months now, and the family is happily settling in. A cardboard-free life is on the horizon - soon, we may even be able to find space to hide…

Leaving

So it is that we are going to leave England for a few years. My husband won a research grant which sends him to Paris, and we follow. It is strange and exciting to be going back to the place where I first experienced some sort of independance, became an adult and a teacher. Memories…

May, beginning of June.

Many things happened over the last few months, but that might be the subject of another blogpost. We'll see. Today, finally, a bit of sun in this dreary island (I mean, what a weather. In France (Lyon), not only did I not wear fleece jackets, I didn't even own one. Here have the joy of…

April – sowing and awaiting new plants

I want to say I am grateful. My garden is coming along. Things are quite a lot later than last year, as the winter 2013 had been incredibly mild. At the moment, the little Sun Disc daffs are just opening, as are the new tulips (Queen of the Night and Spring Green), last year's Parrot…

Greek Summer

Today is the day when Spring and Winter join the tips of their fingers. I had a dream yesterday. I was talking with my friend M. about somebody I don't remember now, a man, I believe. I said something like: what is good about him is that he believes in the soul. My friend looked…

The Japanese calligraphy workshop

I have been asked by a dear friend, who practices aikishintaiso, to write something about the Japanese calligraphy workshop taught by Koshu I attended on the second of November. This one hour workshop was offered as part of "Canterbury Anifest", an annual animation festival , which this year was celebrating Japanese animation. As soon as…

lullaby

waves in the morning rays in the night the light is shining through through your body brother time flows in circle and where it falls into Eternity you breathe again and rise early on its way age is coming so fades my memory still my heart waits brother still my heart waits in love

The path of the unknown

Thus you go shrouded in mystery - oh return of the morning mist - walking the path of loneliness under your steps shutting the world's voices (and I know the quality of your silence colour, shiver and density resonating and swathing me like a surging forgotten lullaby) If peace is awaiting you somewhere, then beyond…

Farewell Spiraea ! Hello, more alpines.

In the garden, after a summer which saw triumphant delphiniums flowering several times, some changes. After a long battle which left me with aching arms for quite some time, the Spiraea Japonica was unearthed last week and put aside. I had meditated on this for a long time : it was in the wrong place,…