ode to the flowering verges

June 12, 2012

I arrived in the village yesterday after a short wet spell in the UK,  and rushed out enthusiastically for a stroll around the immediate countryside. Obvious changes in the native flora but, hélas the flowering verges of 10 days ago have been cut – farmers here like it all tidy as understandably, total focus is on the productivity of the vines! Fortunately the verges had been recorded on a previous walk around Autignac and Cabrerolles . . . .

 . .  iris and a mass of blackberry and something pink and very pretty which I failed to name  . . .

 . .  a few orchids on the edge of a damp ditch and across the path, scabious and cornflowers threaded with vipers bugloss.

A lovely hillock capped with a pair of pines and with paint strokes of yellow broom creeping through the holm oak scrub and, as the light drops behind a pine, a few verses of Keats and his ode. 

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O for a draught of vintage, that hath been
Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:   John Keats  Ode to A Nightingale

5 Responses to “ode to the flowering verges”

  1. Sinclair 3168 Says:

    Very happy to be back there I take it! Bon.

  2. Val Says:

    Nice verges, Julia. Pic two is especially lovely!

  3. julia fogg Says:

    Very happy to be back and never mind the new hair cuts to the verges. Nightingales, swallows, swifts and owls over head – fairly perfect.


  4. [...] lessons from my last post, when I discovered how quickly the visual aspect of this landscape can change, I thought to record [...]

  5. Sinclair 3168 Says:

    Oh how wonderful the birds!


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