What wond’rous life in this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Ensnar’d with flow’rs, I fall on grass.
Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find,
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.
From The Garden by Andrew Marvell
Gardening delights #22: coming across the plant that, yesterday – surely it was only yesterday, had no flowers at all.
Out walking near Alfrick Pound we saw this stone on the bridge over Leigh Brook:
The inscription reads:
Bridges Stone 1936, C A Hammond M.Inst.CE, County Surveyor, Bridgemaster
Why didn’t any Careers master I had ever tell me I could have been a Bridge Master?
Both photographs taken in garden ponds at Peckover House in Wisbech, on 8th March.
We visited March in the Fens yesterday, hoping to see inside the church there. St Wendreda’s is famous for the angels that decorate its medieval timber roof:
The church is kept locked and a leaflet told us to go to a garage nearby and ask for the key – but we found the system discontinued. Two youths, a while before, had taken the keys and robbed the church – so, sadly this photo is only of what we might have seen.
We did see this on the wall of the modern parish hall next door:
Who knows what those slightly anxious cherubs are up to: it could be a choir practice, or the last trump, or something Pol Pot might have recognised…