~ waking ~
through lines of spangling dew always
I hear your song strumming the violet strand
stretching endless in a lazy morning yawn
your gentle face stripped bare
beyond the rolling mist
feeling your mood
your strings
always there ~ con fuoco
Gill McGrath© May 14
~ the sky. the field. from the gate.
~the kitchen.violets.on the window ledge.
~the sky. cows in the meadow.over there~
~ hear. in the kitchen.violets whispering ~
Gill McGrath© today.January 27
Gill McGrath© Diary: this morning sun rising all round my field at 7.50 am a pretty unique sensational event~again.
….one two –
you I see
six seven
already heaven…
Gill McGrath© Diary [there is no need to count to ten]
…or the sun
gilding a gentle lily
…or a golden bird
looking at the sun
…or simply a pigeon with a charm
looking at the morning come?
Gill McGrath© this morning at about 7
where yesterday the dark painted sun shone
in a lighter shade of pink
violet rose and saffron play today
along a lighter line of indigo
and here
a golden bird sits
on the lichen roof
counting to the rhythm
seen there in the mists
beyond those trees
Gill McGrath© 7.30am
~ of London~
like a game
like noughts and crosses.
deep carved
flowers in my lines.
and I’m sniffing……
Gill McGrath© November 12
( Hi! Hyacinth) you smell particularly delicious[FH/GN]
Gill McGrath©
‘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.
Aquilegia
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!
Gill McGrath 