Sunday, 18 February 2018

i shall imagine life.

 
i shall imagine life

is not worth dying if
(and when) roses complain
their beauties are in vain

but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose roses(you feel
certain)will only smile
 
e.e. Cummings
 
 
Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)

Hurry up spring!

Robyn brought me a crocus from the garden this morning. We'd been watching a programme about saffron but I had to tell her that it wasn't the same crocus - saffron come from what we call  the 'Autumn crocus' which does grow here, in places and used to be part of a big industry.

Just near Smithfield Market in Clerkenwell you can still find a little neighbourhood called Saffron Hill, where the crocuses used to be grown in what is now the centre of London.

It's not spring yet - the flowers come out because they are programmed to do that by the length of the days, which are getting longer by the week. But spring needs warm temperatures too and we haven't had that yet. it was cold again today and I'm fairly sensitive to that.

But you can feel my hunger for spring. A race as to whether I get another spring under my belt.

I feel entitled to another one.

Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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