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May the singing never be done

The sun came out,

the sky turned blue.

Blue

Blue

We fled the coop,

for warm, wide spaces

Warm wide space

Warm, wide space

where spring unfurled,

Spring unfurled

Spring unfurled

and our spirits

took flight.

Spitfire TE 288, Replica, Christchurch Airporthttp://jamesevansjenkins.wordpress.com/2012/10/07/the-christchurch-brevet-club/

Spitfire TE 288, Replica, , gift to the Brevet Club Memorial Avenue, Christchurch.

We felt good, like Lynley’s tui,

The tui sings for all to hear; with thanks to Lynley at ordinarygoodnesshttps://ordinarygood.wordpress.com/2014/07/26/tui-atop-a-pohutukawa-tree-today/ for permission to use her beautiful photo

The tui sings for all to hear; with thanks to Lynley at ordinarygoodness for permission to use her beautiful photo.

singing with all its heart, atop the pohutukawa tree.

Everyone Sang
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on; on; and out
of sight.
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted,
And beauty came like the setting sun.
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away……O but every one
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the
singing will never be done.

Siegfried Sassoon  (from Palgrave’s Golden Treasury with Additional Poems, OUP, 1935)

This post is dedicated:

to gpcox, pacificparatrooper  who gathers in the stories of veterans and sends them out again, flying with spirit renewed, into the blogosphere;

and

to  Britt, life/history enthusiast, spreading her literary wings with her latest published book, NOLA FRAN EVIE,

BUT the dedication to Britt comes with a proviso…..that she locates the original  Totem Pole by Chief Lelooska in Portland. Here’s a clue, Britt. 🙂

Friendship Totem Pole,  Christchurch Airport

Friendship Totem Pole,
Christchurch Airport

© silkannthreades

The Secret of My Passive Gardening

I am a passive gardener. There, the secret of my gardening technique is out. “Passive gardener” is a polite way of saying that I garden with as little interference and as much laziness as possible. I plants the plants, water them and feed them, as best I can, and then let them get on with doing what they do best, which is being plants. They have been plants longer than we have been humans, thus I am reasonably confident that they know more about how to grow well than I will ever know.  ( Ah, such a great justification for laziness and slapdashery 🙂 )  So, considering the degree of benign neglect that my garden endures, I am always surprised by what it produces. Yesterday, I harvested the garlic and, in terms of bulb size and quality, it is the best garlic harvest I have had in the five years  that I have been trying to grow garlic. Was it the good garlic starter cloves from a friend or was it that I dared to plant them later than the garden books suggest?  Who knows, but here is the garlic. Taking the Air

It’s really big close up…Mighty Garlic

An afterthought: I may not work hard in my garden; I may not garden to the rules; but I DO ADMIRE IT constantly, I DO TALK TO IT and I SING IN IT  (which should rightly make it curl up and die!) and  I LOVE IT. Maybe that is the real secret of my passive gardening :).