Diary of the Plague Year: Day 43 27 April 2020: Cardboard

Another grey and cloudy day. I had vowed not to go into the garden thinking I should get on with some work in the shed. Instead, I started going through the cardboard I would normally recycle but at the mo we are able to only recycle household waste. I don’t want the cardboard going into landfill so decided to cut it up to put round the trees to prevent grass growth. I then piled grass cuttings on top as mulch. I am going to cut up the smaller bits of card and mix it up for the compost heap.

Ended up trimming all the hedges as well. It is impossible to go into the garden to do just one quick job. Very tempted to get an electric hedge trimmer for all the dead brambles along the back wall …

I wish it would actually rain – this is the forecast.

Corylopsis Sinensis



A not very clear photo of my corylopsis. I wanted a picture of the leaves which seem to unfurl like butterflies emerging from the crysalis. It is a Chinese tree – Corylopsis Sinensis. It was very badly burned and battered by the freak North-easter we had about this time last year. It will be very interesting to see how it recovers this year. All the trees were badly affected, the leaves were burnt brown – it was horrible

Diary of the Plague Year: Day 43 27 April 2020: Quotidian Poetry: Eight Metaphysical Poets George Herbert (1593-1633)

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After Donne I decided to read one of the Metaphysical poets each day for the next seven days.  Today’s poet is George Herbert.

PRAYER
 
Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age,
  Gods breath in man returning to his birth,
  The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth;
 
Engine against th’Almightie, sinners towre,
  Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
  The six-daies world transposing in an houre,
A kind of tune, which all things heare and fear;
 
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and blisse,
  Exalted Manna, gladnesse of the best,
  Heaven in ordinarie, man well drest,
The milkie way, the bird of Paradise,
 
  Church-bells beyond the stares heard, the souls blood,
  The land of spices, something understood.