I don't often write blog posts and post instantly...half of it's usually superfluous and needs to be cut, but today I make an exception because there has been a big Pleasing... and that is as well as this gorgeous view of home from the top of Kit Hill taken earlier this week.
Tales From the Potting Shed posts written and ready in the wings, lovely Beating the Bounds stories to come, book posts raring to go on here once we hit September and my August 'rest' is done, ideas flying around in my mind for winter reading projects. A Suitable Boy waiting to start...
'Where's your blog post this morning?' said Bookhound.
'Well... I don't know...I put one back on draft at 12.10 AM five minutes before it went up...and I don't quite know why."
It was cloudy and overcast when I woke up and I had a mind to sort the ironing Everest and flick the hoover round quickly, maybe make a cake. Offspringette is cycling over from Plymouth and I always feel (stupidly I know) that I shouldn't let it look as if her parents and the house are going to the dogs in our Jubilee year. Half the garden seems to have found its way indoors and I really need to sweep it back outside....and now look, I'm sitting here writing this instead.
Started reading The Making of an English Gardener - Plants, Books and Inspiration 1560-1660 by Margaret Willes over breakfast which was my first fatal mistake because I now realise that the history of gardens, medieval planting, John Evelyn, knot gardens, apothecaries and all the thinking and wisdom that is behind all this has really captured my imagination through this summer. Alongside that I had heard favourable whispers about a book, currently only available in Australia, to be published here in the UK next year...and I couldn't wait that long.
Then it occurred to me...the Kayaker was in Melbourne for a few days en route to Tasmania for the next year of his working visa and had mentioned on Facebook that he was 'getting culture' at The Melbourne Writer's Festival. No sooner had my request winged its way than the message came back, 'I have the book..'
Philosophy in the Garden by Damon Young...
'In Philosophy in the Garden, Damon Young explores one of literature's most intimate relationships: authors and their gardens. For some, the garden provided a retreat from workaday labour; for others, solitude's quiet counsel. For all, it played a philosophical role: giving their ideas a new life.Philosophy in the Garden reveals the profound thoughts discovered in parks, backyards and pot-plants. It does not provide tips for mowing overgrown cooch grass, or mulching a dry Japanese maple. It is a philosophical companion to the garden's labours and joys.'
Jane Austen, Marcel Proust, Leonard Woolf, Nietzsche, Colette, Rousseau, George Orwell, Emily Dickinson and more.
Posted from Melbourne on Monday it flew in this morning and I'll admit I shed a tear or two at the sheer parenting effort that went into this training down the years, and the fact that it has worked, because we haven't seen the Kayaker for almost a year now and he won't back until next June, but he found the book and posted it and added in extra gifts that he knew I would love...
The Festival newspaper and a pack of perfect Festival Moleskine notebooks with a perfect Emily Bronte quote on the cover...
'Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them'
That's the hoovering and the ironing out of the window for starters...thanks Tommy, your Mother LOVES you xxx
Right, that's mine done and shared ...time for your Pleasings now.