"Cuckoo-buds of yellow hue ... do paint the meadows with delight" ... Shakespeare's perfect take on buttercups in Love's Labour's Lost. I heard 'our' cuckoo calling early this morning, for the first time this year, and later I picked buttercups from a meadow all awash with them. A good day.
"Mountain gorses ever-golden ... set as lights upon a hill" ... that's Elizabeth Barrett Browning, who wrote an entire poem about the stuff. Not being given to verse I dyed yarn with it*. Pretty, huh?
I should admit at this juncture that I deliberately chose the only yellow book on my night table for my little photo shoot. That the Fumitory complements the cover type was an unlooked for bonus. I paid pennies for this gem in a second hand book store a few weeks back and have been dipping in and out of it ever since ... more a biography of trees than a spotter's guide I've found it to be best imbibed in short bursts.
I'm also rereading, for the umpteenth time, Michael Ondaatje's In the Skin of a Lion (1987). Ask me to describe the book in just one word and I'd say 'haunting', allow me ten and I'll tell you that 'it interrogates love, and the boundary between history and myth'. Ondaatje's narrator believes that "the first sentence of every novel should be: 'Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human'". And as a reviewer wholeheartedly recommending In the Skin of a Lion to you, I say the same. (That latter link is to a New Statesman review of the book which I almost feel I could have written.)
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My recent tiff with the sticks and string had its roots in something deeper. A friend asked me, 'What would you like your epitaph to say?'. Glib responses aside I realised I was clueless, but I knew there'd be no mention of knitting ... so why do I spend so much time on something I've no interest in being remembered for? I'm still working on my answers to both questions. What would you hope your epitaph might say?
Meadow Buttercup, aka Meadow Crowfoot, Ranunculus acris
Lesser Trefoil, aka Suckling Clover, Trifolium dubium (the smaller yellow flowers)
Common Fumitory, Fumaria officinalis (the larger pink flowers)
Herb Robert, aka Stinky Bob, Geranium robertianum (most clearly visible next to the O of 'out'in the image above)
Many thanks for your enthusiastic response to my last post, wild flowers are clearly popular. I'm loath to suggest anything as formal as a linky, but do please let me know if you share your own wild flower posies anywhere online. Or maybe I'll start a 'Wild Flower Posy' Flickr group ... would any of you be interested in that?
Yarn: Gorse flower dyed (by me) 100% mohair 4 ply, unbrushed.
Pattern: Cupido Cowl, by Hiroko Fukatsu
ReadingOut of the Woods: The Armchair Guide to Trees, by Will Cohu
In the Skin of a Lion, by Michael Ondaatje
Laura's The Year in Books
Ginny's Yarn AlongAnd finally, one reader has reported hearing an unwelcome blast of song whenever she clicks through to my blog. If anyone else has experienced this I'd be most grateful if you could let me know. And if you have heard it please rest assured that it's not something I'm choosing to inflict on you.
A quick update re. the above. I've raised the issue with Blogger support but resolving this won't happen overnight. I can't deal with it myself as Blogger bloggers are denied access to their blog's source code and I'm 99% certain that that's where this nuisance is emanating from. Worryingly mine is clearly neither the first nor the only Blogger blog to be affected. That move to another blogging platform may be happening sooner than expected!
* I still have cloth and thread steeping in the dye but as soon as its 'cooked' I'll write a 'how-to'.