Overflowing With Flowers

At the risk of sounding like Pangloss or Pollyanna (is there some rule that all over optimistic characters have names starting with P?) there is a bright side to the deluge that has kidnapped summer and held us in a damp embrace since April. The gardens of England are lush with flowers and abundantly green. I say England, as my friend on Skye called me in the week and said rather huffily that when the weather forecasters tell us nightly of yet more rain they are ignoring the Inner Hebrides where they have been enjoying fabulous weather for three months. Honestly, she’s not even Scottish, but she has adopted that damn-Sassenach tone that condemns everyone south of the border and blames them for all events in history when the Scots were bashed up by the English. Since James VI of Scotland became James I of England in 1605, you’d think there would be a bit more recognition that the Scots have had more than a slight hand in their own history. I’m thinking Culloden here obviously, not William Wallace. And William Wallace was not Mel Gibson in an earlier reincarnation.
My own family having not reached these shores until sometime after 1685, I refuse to take any personal responsibility for Edward I’s actions. I know I’m digressing, but I do find this historical antagonism bizarre. How often have you heard someone in England saying they don’t like the French because Napoleon caused the Peninsular Wars? Weird. I could say I hated the French because my ancestors had to flee after the revocation of the Edict of Nantes. But I don’t, because I don’t. Actually my friend on Skye is French, and she is my friend. It’s complicated. A woman in Glasgow once told me she hated the English, but she liked me. She put it down to my mother being Northern Irish. I didn’t feel I’d been paid a compliment.
Where was I? Ah yes, looking on the bright side. There are lots of things I haven’t done because of the rain. My waterproofs are in almost daily use and I dare not take them out of circulation to wash and re-waterproof them. I haven’t needed to water the hanging baskets I attached to the cycle shed in days. My thong fitflops have stayed in the bottom of the wardrobe. The birds are bathing in puddles and Sonny is drinking from them. But I have been deadheading roses, tying back exuberant plants and jumping up to reach the cherries on the tree. Jumping is something I shouldn’t do either because of The Knee. At a hospital appointment this week I was told that running was never going to be an option. The last time I ran with a good knee I didn’t know it was the last time. I don’t remember when it was. Had I known I might have made more of it. Anyway. In Covent Garden I saw this unusual planter.

Gives a whole new meaning to nursery, doesn’t it.

24 thoughts on “Overflowing With Flowers

  1. Hi Isobel.

    ‘At the risk of sounding like Pangloss or Pollyanna (is there some rule that all over optimistic characters have names starting with P?)’

    Perhaps – It’s the sunny side of the street that I choose to walk myself.

    Too many things in your post to visit properly but I’l try anyway. Any Huguenot deserves nothing less, in my opinion.

    Firstly. this alleged North/South divide. I see it as more of a Whole of the Rest of the Country/The Great Wen divide. Those inside the M25 sometimes do not seem to grasp that there is life, different perception and weather out there on the other side of the corridor. Again only in my opinion.

    I regret the ‘Braveheart’ effect and know what you mean about that. The fact remains that a lot of us up here still know and understand our history well enough to believe that the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland was a good thing which was diminished by the fact that it became the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Their choice, of course. I hope that we do not make the same mistake.

    Moving on, I have no problem with seriously disliking (but admiring) Edward Ist. We were an independent country then and he did his homicidal best to change that. He failed and we won at that time. In due course, our countries came together. I personally hope that we never separate again.

    Culloden was, of course, a Scottish victory as there were more of us fighting for Wee Geordie than there were for the Young Pretender.

    To finish, your friend is, in truth, right and we have had a pretty good summer so far compared to you lot down there at the deep end of the pool. It’ll never last and we’re probably still doomed.
    I hope that it fairs up for you in due course.

    • Good grief, is it really you? Do you still read my posts? I don’t have any whisky in the house, or I should surely be pouring myself a stiff one. 🙂 I live in London, but come from beyond the M25. We’re all human. I abhor nationalism in any shape or form.

  2. Isobel, may you be forgiven. I have never stopped reading your posts.

    Not keen on nationalism at all but probably still keener on what I perceive to be patriotism than some. I could, as ever, be getting it all wrong. No worries.

  3. ‘Why should I be forgiven? For being a mongrel?’

    Sorry, this is such an imperfect form of communication, capable of confusion arising in the absence of all of the clues which we can use in direct debate.

    All I was trying to say was that I was concerned that you thought that I might not have been checking in regularly on your blogs. I enjoy said blogs and try never to miss them, evein if I do not always comment. It’s the same with Janh1 and a few others to be fair.

    A profusion of Smiley Things.

    • Well, it’s lovely to see you. The last blog post of yours i tried to read had been ‘pulled’, though not in a nightclubbing sense. I enjpy the perils of Dougal. How is the boy’s training going? I’m for bed now. It’s been a long day. So sweet dreams.

  4. I do like the unusual planting container 😀

    I have never understood the nationalistic racism that exists in Scotland – but that may be because I left when I was in my early 20’s. I do, however, have an objection to the media claiming Scottish sporting heros as British when they are winning but decrying them as Scottish when they lose.

  5. Love the Covent Garden “nursery” planter…..petunias in great profusion – one of my favorite sights. A happy sight…..some people come up with the most creative planters!

    Pam (and Sam)

    • 🙂 it always seems ridiculous to me to write off or adore a whole nation on the grounds of history. Though do you remember when we went to see La Reine Margot and I, the Huguenot descendant, was seated between you and Marité whose ancestors might well have persecuted mine!

  6. Il n’y a rien de plus convainquant qu’un texte précis et compréhensible, aucun doute en ce qui nous concernes, Overflowing With Flowers | IsobelandCat's Blog a gagné ce défi.

  7. I love it! I finally had to water our plants this weekend. Yippie for summer. I’m trying to learn more of the history here and who doesn’t like who and why. Coming from Boston, at least people have more of a reason not to like certain groups (not saying I support not getting long with people). I got tired of people in NY hating me because I lived in Red Sox nation and they were Yankee fans. One of my friends who grew up in Colorado said he would never travel to Boston since he was a Yankees fan. He’d never been to NY but he ruled out Boston for, to me, such a silly reason. Why can’t we all just get along.

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