31. May, 2014

While the rest of the world is sleeping....I just think!

It’s always lovely to get up early, especially when there’s a promise of sunshine.

       At our home for waifs and strays, there is never a dull moment and so much work to do before we can even contemplate doing anything else. So I welcome these light mornings which enable me to stretch the day as far as I possibly can.

       Today began at 6am in the garden. The hedge was already alive with bird song, all singing for their breakfast. It was a wee bit early to let the hens out so after feeding the birds I entered the greenhouse to that earthy smell from the tomato plants. For those of you who are interested, it’s the glandular trichomes that are responsible for secreting a yellow substance that gives you that all too familiar ‘tomato plant’ smell. Well moving on, I took the time to pinch out the tomato suckers, just as my father taught me as a child then watered them before the sun was fully awake.

         After checking the rest of the crops I visited the herb garden which looked amazingly green and probably the best I’ve ever seen it. A short while later, I carried a bundle of thyme, sage, oregano, mint and coriander, into the kitchen and hung some up to dry and placed the rest in jars of water on the windowsill.

        Feeling rather pleased with myself I sat down by the pond with a cup of sweet tea and a head full of thoughts. There was still a lot of work to be done, the list was endless, but there was nothing on it I didn’t want to do, and nothing that couldn’t wait a wee bit longer. Again I thought of my father and a poem he used to recite which was written by William Henry Davies. It went like this.....

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.


And so I continued to stare into the quiet pond and think!