Thank you for all your encouragement with the last piece. Its given me a shove so here's the start of 'Noon a purple glow' with a seaweed feel I think.
I heard a recording of Yeats reading the poem where he says it refers to the glow of the heather in the water, well mine's the sea and not a lake, and its the purpleness of the Burren Limestone reflecting in the sea....so there!
Sorry about the blurry picture, its quicker to e mail it to myself from my iphone than sit and wait for iphoto to upload from my camera. I'm sure there's an easier way but I need to get a 'one to one' sorted out at the Apple store and I really don't fancy a trek into Manchester in this lovely weather.
Talking of which....
Yes there are parts of my garden which flourish because I leave them alone. I took the clippers to this lilac three years ago and its the first time its flowered since. But isn't it a beauty?
Ooh..the scent from this vase of loveliness!
(Another phone photo so a bit flarey but the colour is better than my camera)
About 9 years ago we arrived in Paris in time for 1st May and were delighted to find the custom of carrying and giving Lilies of the Valley in little bunches.
Les Muguets also grow in my untended garden.
I have a National trust Lily of the Valley soap on my bedside table just for the scent.
Happy Mayday.