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over the fence. three pears.wait
Lily’s Song
‘You thought I did n’t hear
Your words today
But I did hear you
Through this wooden door
I tried to answer you
But you did n’t hear
The words I said
The day I had to go away
And so you shut the door
Through the mists of time
Now things have come quite clear
It’s too late to say
The words you should have heard me say
Through this wooden door
The words I said to you today
The day I had to go away’
Gill McGrath © Lily’s song© originally A Brick door called Lily 21 February 2014 Neigbourhood Door collection
street flowers https://gillmcgrath.com/violet/
So where did she go, why did she go and why has she never really gone away? And who is ‘you’? See Lily’s carved white name in the bricked up door. Press to enlarge.
a summer read. Go Surf!
its pink turning to gold
pulled out of a skip : paint on wood
I grow weeds
Today, in the sun, I picked up the hose connected to the garden tap, and turned it on and found the water that shot out was hot. Again! It must have felt like another delicious warm bath to the tiny aquilegia seeds on the receiving end in their nursery tray.
Greenfly and slugs do not eat aquilegia. It’s why I decided that this year I would try and let these flowers run riot and so I am now specialising in growing ‘columbine’ or ‘aquilegia’ a weed to some people. I have noticed my existing beds of columbine (any untended rough points in the garden!) are virtually indestructible as well as delightful. They go on and on cheerfully producing my favourite shades of mauve and blue although gardening neighbours round here are almost embarrassed if their gardens show signs of it. But I call it one of my official weeds.
Three weeks back I bought a packet of aquilegia hybrid seeds to try and increase their presence while diversifying the beautiful mauves pinks and blues I already have. Now it seems I am getting somewhere, the new babies have arrived and are in second leaf.
The aquilegia seedlings were not due to appear at all just yet. According to the packet it should have taken three months for the seeds to dare to be. To hurry them it recommended forcing the seeds, by putting them in the freezer for a week, to shock them and brings them forward! Something to do with the contrast in temperatures…..
Well I just found out (two weeks after planting) that these babies were having none of it (a hostile shot of ice, and then what?). They have appeared, loving nothing more than their daily late afternoon sun warmed bath. They have woken up, in just two weeks (with warm feet!) looking good and ready to go! Suits me………and not a slug in sight!
Kite News is Good News…
honeysuckle for faerie music
Garden. Sweet perfume has been hanging in the air for days but I only realized what it was last night; flowers growing in the tall beech hedge (which is in desperate need of a hair cut). It seems that a fanfare of honeysuckle has been reaching up through the hedge and has finally burst out at the top…..into gentle,peach pink trumpet blossoms with heraldic scrolls, lush tendrils. How could I have missed it? Today, after a night of thunder and lightening and rain bursts, the perfume is louder and ever more intoxicating. The hair cut will have to wait……Diary Gill McGrath. July 19










