Caterpillars, Cordovan roof tiles and Wordsworth’s daffodils

Hello again! I hope this finds you all well.

As usual, I’ve been busy these days both flicking off caterpillars from my plants and painting (not at the same time though), as you can see in the following photos:

And here they are! Steadily munching their way through my broad bean plantlets!!!
Ouch! My poor iris, suffering a beheading from the merciless jaws of the caterpillar. (What wonderful in-focus photography, ha ha!)
But I did manage to rush to the iris’s rescue before it was all devoured, taking it inside with me to safety! (These are the tall irises, not the dwarf ones irises that I talked about in my previous blog.)
And being inspired by all the springy buds that are opening around me, I couldn’t resist trying to immortalise these by painting them on an old clay roof tile

And while recalling this ‘host of golden daffodils‘, how could I not end with the daffodil poem written by the English Romantic poet, Wordsworth.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud  by William Wordsworth  (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850, Cumberland, England) 

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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Thank you for visiting — take care! xxx

7 comentarios sobre “Caterpillars, Cordovan roof tiles and Wordsworth’s daffodils

  1. I seemed to miss this. I love spring flowers, as they herald the approach of the longer days and more flowery delights to come. Strangely, there is an exhibitor at the Chelsea Flower Show (3rd week in May) that shows daffodils there. They are totally out of place and fail to evoke anything like the response that they do in March. I do love that poem by Wordsworth. I know it’s a bit over used but that’s because it’s so perfect. That last verse is just bliss.

    Your tile is so pretty and I feel your frustration with the caterpillars – sigh. 🙂

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  2. Thank you Lisa. I have now graduated onto irises as they are blooming profusely now. As for the caterpillars, well, there are hardly any left now, but there are lots of lovely butterflies instead, so it was worth it!

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