Saturday, May 31, 2014

A beautiful Morning

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.

T.S. Elliot, Burnt Norton
(first of 'Four Quartets')

I had forgotten these words by Elliot, that time is not linear but an evolving space around us, past history falling into our present lives, and occasionally changing the future.  I got introduced to these words by a new blog I am following.

Following the theme of reburial of the dead  as seen from different viewpoints, such an issue has brought forth many opinions.  The reburial of Richard 111 which is different has been decided, though if the contending York side asks for an appeal there may be further shenanigans.  But it seems that this king will be buried in the area where he fell in battle - Leicester and a ceremonial event will no doubt take place, Mike Pitts covers the subject here in his usual excellent style.

This morning was a perfect June day, though in actual fact it is the last day of May, and so I went for a walk by the river, to capture the dog roses on camera and look for the gypsy horses.  Sadly I could not see the horses, they may have moved because a temporary road will go through the lower half of the water meadows as they mend the great bridge next year.
The field is full of buttercups, and the bird song was beautiful, a pale thrush alighted on the fence, a black labrador jumped into the river after a stick, making a great joyous splash. Ducklings sat around on floating branches and the first water lily bud has broken the surface.


  1. How desperate I am to see the first dog rose here Thelma. I too had forgotten those words from Burnt Norton - so wise, as he was in all he wrote.

  2. One of the joys of the 'soft' south is the emergence of the wild flowers, I would have thought Yorkshire would have had similar timing though, even though it is colder.

  3. The dog roses were out in full fig in Herefordshire at the weekend. Stunning. So quintessentially English.

    1. You must have been travelling Jennie, Herefordshire is a beautiful county....