The Peony's gone over,
In her ample pink blowsiness,
Toppling on her stem
like a home counties matron
In her dying clover,
Upon the Penstemmon
Any road up, One very unexpectedly spent the day all alone. Odd, that, and a situation that One shall be keeping a watchful and beady eye upon!
And it didn’t bode well, giving One the opportunity to dwell upon One’s changing state and find everything sadly wanting.
A distraction has been in place for a while and allowed One to forget the coming maelstrom. Albeit a pleasing one, One shouldn’t allow One’s ageing head to be turned. ‘Twill only end in tears…
But not this week…
One must pack One’s existence into a hankie on a stick and take to the highway.
And the saddest thing of all is that One doesn’t even have a cat to accompany One.
But One will have a share in a cat in One’s new situation.
A calming influence, a cat. Just what the doctor ordered!
One really should have been spending the day doing something productive but One chose to spend it with John Betjeman in the grounds, reading .
Delightful company, there he sat wearing a crumpled Panama with the flicker of a mischievous smile playing upon his lips. A companionable silence on a sunny summer afternoon. What more could One desire…