the journey sweet peas to asilah
July 17, 2010
Saturday morning after a busy week, thought the water in the sweet pea bowl needed refreshing. Placing it back on the table and looking down into the still perfumed mass, a good 50 blooms, I decided to record the event visually. They looked so gorgeous.
Then my eye travelled a few inches to this cover by Fiona Rae on last year’s catalogue for the 75th anniversary of Glyndebourne – that has some connections, for me, with the peas . . .
. . . now I was on a very pleasant little diversion as these two postcards (sent home from San Pedro de Atacama, Chile on December 17th ) on the table also had something to say to me.
Valley of the Moon with Licancobur Volcano above and Sunset at Atacama’s Great Salt Marsh below.
Above the bowl of sweet peas is a print by Gillian Ayres – so much to look at and so much to discover . . .
Even the stack of butterfly chairs just below gets me going . . .
. . . swinging around to look at the cornucopia on the mantelpiece, I rediscover the skeleton of a prickly pear from Asilah and some acacia twigs from the Little Karoo . . .
. . which connect visually to something outside the window . . . all this within a couple of metres; and a couple of minutes.
It’s like the Light —
A fashionless Delight —
It’s like the Bee —
A dateless — Melody —
It’s like the Woods —
Private — Like the Breeze —
Phraseless — yet it stirs
The proudest Trees —
It’s like the Morning —
Best — when it’s done —
And the Everlasting Clocks —
Chime — Noon! Emily Dickinson