Touch

Sonnet XXVI


SWEET is the rose, but grows upon a briar;
Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough;
Sweet is the eglantine, but pricketh near;
Sweet is the fir-bloom, but his branch rough;
Sweet is the cypress, but his rind is tough;
     
Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill;
Sweet is the broom-flower, but yet sour enough;
And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.
So every sweet with sour is tempered still,
That maketh it be coveted the more:

For easy things, that may be got at will,
Most sorts of men do set but little store.
  Why then should I account of little pain,
  That endless pleasure shall unto me gain!


 By Edmund Spenser



*Stumbled upon fragments of this poem during a recent visit to RBG, Kew *

If music be the food of love

Where life's weary taste is unknown
In my life we'll always go on
Give me a nickel in my pot Joe
Chocolate strawberry
in my pillow
say you need me with you here beside you
married
Why should we be fated to



At Anne's Church, Saturday 17 March 2018

Life has limits, but love has no bounds

May 1971

Asparagus with salmon,early peas, mint and new potatoes 

followed by 

Rhubarb poached with ginger and honey

Nine Acre Wood by the River Ouse

Oak and ash trees

Ramsons and marsh marigolds

Cow parsley and crab apple

Wood violets, herb Robert

Meadow buttercups and sanicle

Silver birch


Golden Harvest Casserole
Chicken marinated in cider, honey, soy sauce with sliced peaches


Dining Hall, Corpus Christi
Hot vichyssoise
Smoked salmon, cucumber sorbet
Venison stew
Black berry and apple sponge
Port, madeira, red and white dessert wine


Dr Johnson's Dictionary
Fopdoodle
Bedpresser
Bellygod


Hildegard's perfume
Shalimar
4711
Diorella


"If ever beauty I did see, which I desired and got, t'was but a dream of thee"




* Information derived from Sidney Chambers and the Persistence of Love *