Gift from a friend. . . . . . .

Stargazer Lily

“I have brought you lilies to paint” were her words.














(The result which I returned to her as a finished painting.  Though in the end I had to put the lilies outside as the scent was overwhelming – plus they are very poisonous to cats if they get the pollen on their coat and lick themselves; no more pussy!  Can’t have that !)

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don’t stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven’t hoed,

And shout from where I am,

What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod:

I go up to the stone wall

For a friendly visit.

Robert Frost

This attitude to life is much easier now I am retired.  However, time seems to rush by and there is an awful lot of “hoeing” to do in the veg garden – the weeds are rampant after the recent spell of rain . . . . .





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