Marigolds, Margeritas and Music

 

 

'Marigolds, Margeritas and Music'. It's an intriguing title that conjures up images of drunken party revellers doing the washing-up donned in  matching yellow rubber gloves. 

 

All things are possible in this sleepy English hamlet which I now call home but I'm sorry to disappoint! The title refers to an annual music-festival held in the back-garden of one of our lovely neighbours. It's a bit like WOMAD, but on a smaller scale. The musicians are drawn from all across the UK - well, the Midlands, Burton and Devon to be precise - and over the course of nine hours they provide a veritable feast of entertainment.

A very big thank you to everyone who played, and to Joe who organised it all. Can't wait to find out how much money you've raised for 'Acorns'!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

my nature table

 

 

 

the price of tomorrow

 is strewn among the pricks and cups of today

split, stretched and seeding

 another passing year

draped in the leafy widow's mantle

as death begats life

and life becomes death

 

 

 

 

A walk in the park ...

We gathered in the park, all eight hundred of us, pushing wheelchairs and shepherding darting youngsters in an Autumn afternoon.  We gathered by the stage and warmed up, orange lanterns raised aloft.  And then we walked ….

The rain came, but we walked, wheelchairs covered over to protect the precious charges within.

The finish line and a soggy cardboard box full of medals for everyone - those who walked, those who pushed, those who looked out on the world where they are loved and cherished … if but for a short, short time.

We gathered, all of us, on a walk together.