Although the day was dispiritingly dull, damp, and distinctly breezy we did not receive the forecast p.m. 40+ m.p.h. gusts which had prompted us both to garden in the morning. They came this evening.
Jackie completed her redesigning the Ace Reclaim Bed (so-called) after the bench we had removed from the spot), and I continued Elizabeth’s work on weeding the Heligan Path. The Head Gardener is very proud of her effort of transporting and placing the owl’s perch.
When the weather was more cheerful a brief visit from a robin set me thinking this was maybe the spirit of Nugget; and the buzzing of the bees and the chirping in the trees introduced
the spirit of Burl Ives.
A very heavy squall sent me scurrying faster than I would have believed possible back to the house at midday.
When this ceased I nipped out to photograph yesterday’s smiling peony, now looking blond and hirsute.
When dunelight sent me the link to this song from Twelfth Night
it sent me back to my copy of
As with each of these Shakespeare editions, the illustrations are taken from the stage costume designs – these being from Stratford on Avon’s 1958 production. The frontispiece depicts Orsino.
The rest, in turn, are Sir Toby Belch, Maria, Viola, Sir Andrew Aguecheek, Olivia, Malvolio, and Feste.
I won’t attempt to match Sir Peter Hall’s eminent introduction.
This evening’s dinner was a repeat of yesterday’s, including the accompanying beverages.