Three Trugs and a Poem

Today was Nancy Nightingale day, unfortunately no singing, just gardening.  Actually Nance did do a bit of singing but I couldn’t join in as I didn’t know the song.  On reflection this may have been intentional on NN’s part.  We did a little bit of shopping, dug more of the mega-border then created some veggies planters out of various plastic containers.  Some are new, bought specifically for this purpose, some were emptied of smelly socks in order to fulfil their true potential.  All had holes stabbed in the bottom (very satisfying) before the compost was added. The plan is to have at least eight, if not ten, of these trugs lining the wall, varying in size and colour.  It goes without saying that none will be black.  These pretty maids all in a row are now cradling the seed of a spicy leaf mix, radishes, spring onions, rainbow chard, beetroot and carrots.   Others will hold rocket, courgette, cucumber and tomatoes.   A couple will be saved for cerise sweet peas and bright orange pelargoniums. Bring it on and don’t forget your sunglasses!

It is World Poetry Day today.  As I like to join in with these things whenever I can, since yesterday anyway, here is a poem.  It is by William Blake.  It would appear that they spelt “lily” differently in the olden days.  Who am I to argue with WB?

Lilly

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat’ning horn:
While the Lilly white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.