My very real Mother’s 79th birthday, what does Nature have in store for Primrose Day high teas?
WELCOME TO THE PRIMROSE DAY HIGH TEA
The sunshine is out, birds are singing, the air is cool, but it is a certain Spring in the UK and it is a happy day, alive with butterflies, ladybirds and bees, who are invited guests when passing by.
All flowers please be seated (rooted to the spot no less….) .We start with a poem written in the C18th by an English lady, Caroline Anne Bowles Southey (1787-1854) to celebrate the day of this special flower.
Please switch off all mobile drones, whilst we focus on the poem as a new bee zzzzummizzzezz with gratitude from its Primrose pollen gathering hours. Ladybird, held the edge of the leaf. Joint effort, joint effort….ladybird is illustrated below, whilst drone bee zzzzummizzzezz.
PRIMROSE DAY POEM FOR 2016
I saw it in my evening walk
A little lonely flower –
Under a hollow bank it grew
Deep in a mossy bower.
An oak’s gnarl’d root, to roof the cave,
With Goth fret-work sprung,
Where jewell’d fern, and arum leaves,
And ivy garlands hung.
And close beneath came sparkling out,
From an old tree’s fallen shell,
A little rill, that clipt about
The lady in her cell.
And there, methought, with bashful pride,
She seem’d to sit and look
On her own maiden loveliness
Pale imaged in the brook.
No other flower, no rival grew
Beside my pensive maid,
She dwelt alone, a cloister’d nun,
In solitude and shade.
No sunbeam on that fairy pool
Darted its dazzling light –
Only, methought, some clear, cold star,
Might tremble there at night.
No ruffling wind could reach her there –
No eye, methought, but mine,
Or the young lambs that came to drink,
Had spied her secret shine.
And there was pleasantness to me
In such belief – cold eyes
That slight dear nature’s loveliness,
Profane her mysteries.
Long time I look’d, and linger’d there,
Absorbed in still delight,
My spirits drank deep quietness
In with that quiet sight.
Tulip Cups – hold the promise of summer
Funny Face Purple Pansies to decorate the chocolate brownie earthcake.
A nouveau style of Red bush tea and Catkin Twiglets.
BRITISH CONVERSATION STARTERS FOR WALLFLOWERS
“What was the British weather like on April 19 1937 in England?”
It reigned down another new Elizabeth, who has done much good work in 79 years, and especially at family meals, only excellence, making all dinnertime special. Also a fabulously creative flower arranger – of course. Happy Birthday High Tea.