Coming soon
I realise there are more important things happening in the world, but then again, there always are. I'm ignoring them in order to tell you that the daffodils down at The Carrs (the ones that I, and some nameless others, planted in November) are not quite there yet. But they will be soon, and so will I. As you can see, they are ready to burst forth in all their sunny yellowness, completely unaware as they are of the good cheer that they spread.
These are the first daffodils in the Carrs, as far as I know, and they come courtesy of Macclesfield Borough Council. It is a great and good thing; all you need do is say that you want some daffs, or bluebells, or crocuses in your park, and they'll send a truck loaded down with potential spring gaiety and dump it right there in front of you. Not a penny changes hands. You need to shift your arse to plant them, but that's not asking too much, is it?
So, if a day or two, if my depleted stores of energy permit, I will sidle down to the park and be greatly rewarded. And I will share it with you, not because you deserve it (Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?), who does? - but because the pleasure is magnified in the sharing.
2 comments:
Daffodils! It sounds so surreal this post! Here children have only just started to be taught that ripping trees out of the ground is something very very bad. As a result, more and more little shrubs and trees are surviving, but sadly, daffodils remain a dream for the very distant future.
It does seem to be a stage that the little darlings go through. Son No.3 (6 y-o) tried to kick one of these daffs, but Son No. 2 (12 y-o) started shouting at him, and I threatened him with a slow death, and he stopped. Until the next time. More threats, emotional blackmail, and 'how would you like it?' - eventually, he'll become a nice person. No guarantees, of course.
Post a Comment