The same little girl stood on the corner
of Swan street selling her flowers
A carnation for your lady, she called.
I guessed her age to be about nine
Her clothes shabby yet clean.
Someone must care for her
I feel she should be at home.
The weather had turned bitter
Her face and hands the colour of a red rose
I could do little to help
but buy the carnation offered.
This I did, two or three times a week
Hoping I was helping.
For a week now I have not seen her
I asked the man selling newspapers
He told me she had succumbed to the cold.
I had not given her enough help after all
I should have provided her with a warm blanket
Warm boots. I knew she had to stand there
To help her family to survive.
I hope she has all the flowers she wants
I thought I would share some flowers with you today, for they do seem to make the day a little brighter, don’t you think?
The First Dream has happened again… so I’m reposting
I have reached the time of life when you start to think of all the things you wish you had done. The proverbial Bucket List.
Usually this consists of something you have never done, but always wished you had. The one I am going to tell you about is something I have been trying to do for a very long time.
As a keen bonsai grower, the exquisitely beautiful flowering trees have always fascinated me. Usually far too expensive, so I didn’t have one in my collection.
So I tried the next best thing. I planted seeds, pips, fruit stones, anything I could get my hands on. Some of them did grow, but a lot of them didn’t. Peach stones in particular, are impossible, and what they never tell you, is that it can take years for a seedling to produce any flowers.
I have two cherry seedlings that I planted four years ago, and every Spring I watch and watch as the first buds appear. But so far, none of them have been flowers buds.
It tests your patience to the absolute limit, but you do it anyway, repeatedly.
Apple pips are never very successful I have found, for some reason, they get mildew and gradually die.
The Year one Dream Came True
When we first moved to our present house in Hampshire, in the south of England six years ago, I noticed a Laburnum tree on a roundabout in the middle of town. You don’t see many of these anymore, as people are a bit put off by the fact that the seed pods are poisonous. Silly really, when you consider that most of the plants in our gardens wouldn’t do you any good either.
I love the Laburnum. Such pretty leaves, and in the Spring, long spikes of drooping yellow flowers cascade like a sunshine shower. I had to wait until the flowers had finished and the seed pods were ripe, and then I went and retrieved some.
To cut a long story short, they started to grow. The years passed, and every Spring I waited for the buds to appear. When no flowers appeared, I just assumed they would come along when nature was ready.
But this year something was different. What I first thought were just leaf buds began to change shape, becoming pointed. I showed them to Anita, but she doesn’t really share my passion for bonsai. She took a quick look and said I was imagining it.
But I was having none of it. I believed.
Gradually, the flower shoots emerged, growing steadily longer with each day that passed, some even had a faint tinge of yellow. Every day I watched as they grew bigger. I had finally done it. Something I had grown from the seed I collected had finally flowered.
I wonder what will be next?
I look at it every day and marvel. Now I keep thinking about all the other things that should be on my list…
This is what a full grown tree looks like…