I am listening to Hauser's Benedictus now but this morning I woke up with Jonathon King singing 'Everyone has gone to the Moon' and wondered why music suddenly makes an entrance into one's brain. The Jonathon King could easily be explained because daughter and Andrew are going off to Switzerland today for a few days. The music now playing has just crashed from soft to high, Karl Jenkins is a favourite in the modern classical music frame of our time.
It fits the news as it unwinds, storms interspersed with quiet periods. Now it clicks on to George Butterworth's 'The Banks of Green Willow,' such English music ;)
I shall be going with the whole family to Switzerland in September, have to renew my passport but already have started by having a photo taken down at Morrisons.
Do it online I hear them say but I shall wait till someone with a logical frame of mind too help comes along. It really is not fair that as I pass on to higher realms the world insists on changing! Now it is 'Spiegel in Spiegel' my own playlist on You tube not even made by me but some alien computer force. Yes I have a tongue in cheek approach this morning, my algorithms are playing up.
Sam is cleaning the house, the builders came yesterday and finished the job. Big warning - do not shut the basement door from the inside, the door will not open from the inside, it is the old fashioned round knob and all the screws are missing in the plate. The builders used the basement windows to climb in and out to their van. Not that anyone locked them down there but it happened to Andrew when he was taking his laptop round the basement to show his German family cousin's children round its dark interior.
Originally it must have been the kitchen down there, alongside the coal hole, the butchery, well it has hooks in the ceiling. But there is a fireplace and sink down there as well.
At the moment it is all brace yourself just in case. Store some water, food and a wind up radio and do not use petrol for frivolous use. Trump has made the world into a shocking place to live and he hasn't even got the brains of a gnat for Christ's sake!
Well better things I have seen this morning - Yellow Dead nettle for a start, or Yellow Archangel. It can be grown in the garden and there is a cultivated species out there as well. It also has silver splayed on its leave, giving it the terminology 'aluminium' as well Linnaeus named it and it reminds me that our own wild orchids will be out soon. Dead but alive, of course you can see the platform on which the bees rest to collect the pollen.
The red dead nettle is also out but not so pretty but still important for the bees.
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| Lamium Galeobodolon. Teun Spaans - author, taken from Wikipedia. |
So it sounds like your house is very, very old. You've probably already mentioned the age but I don't remember.
ReplyDeleteI listen to music on my car radio but it's all the latest songs and also some oldies stations.
Those flowers are so lovely - they remind me of snapdragons in a way.
It is not very, very old Ellen, it would be late Victorian I think. As for the flowers, on the bottom lip a bee lands and the top sprinkles the bee's back with pollen.
DeleteOh, I had to look up what dates "late Victorian" were. My house was built in 1976 not as old as yours. ;)
DeleteOur garden is full - too full! - of yellow archangel, but it covers the ground, and it looks pretty.
ReplyDeleteYour basement sounds like a place to avoid if you're alone in the house when you go down there.
Yes if I ever do venture to the other freezer I shall prop the door open Janice. Yellow Archangel sounds a bit like lemon balm mint which seeds itself happily over the garden.
DeleteDenmark seemed a bit behind us spring-wise, and only a few Celendines as we went North and Wood Anemones. No Primroses to be seen at all. I think we would need to walk along the lanes to find any wild flowers, rather than spotting from a train. I have my Mollyblobs in full bloom and will always think of Weaver when they are in flower.
ReplyDeleteYes Pat loved the Marsh Marigold which in turn loves the cold, she always talked about visiting the flowers with 'The Farmer'. I think Mollyblob comes down from the Saxon era something to do with horses Jennie.
ReplyDeleteWe have three kinds of dead nettle in our garden including the gold archangel. We used to have lots of it but the pigeons have beaten it back somewhat.
ReplyDeleteSomeone named it 'dead but alive' which is rather appropriate Steve. You have a good selection in your garden.
DeleteOoh. I myself would love to see that basement!!!
ReplyDeleteIt is very miserable Debby, and I notice water in the hole they dug last week. Also, the stair light has gone out and it looks pitch black down there ;)
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