A truly amazing day. I received this card from dear friends in Germany, who were worried that I might run out of earrings before I finished the blog. So they sent me this lovely card, with the earrings attached! What an utterly charming idea. The quotation from Oscar Wilde, in case you are not a German speaker, is, “Everything is going to be fine in the end: if it’s not fine, it’s not the end.” An incredible philosophy from a writer I greatly admire, which I feel will sustain me for quite some time.
Needless to say, today’s earrings are the ones above. The centre stones are a quite brilliant turquoise, a colour I like very much in the summer time. Another blog reader has written to ask if I have any “orphan” earrings, in other words, singletons where one has been lost. Regretfully I have a little drawer in my 3 stack earring box, where the orphans live. I do occasionally have a clear out, but it is very irritating, as usually they are specimens with a history and it aggravates me beyond measure to be reminded that some are missing. I have a little silver harp, and I know I lost its partner in a pub when I was wearing a large fluffy scarf, and in divesting myself, must have scattered the earring never to be retrieved. I have another pair from New Zealand, where I bought a pendant and earrings in a brilliant turquoise shell, wore them on a hot summer’s day and returned with one earring. I expect I flung my sunhat down on the grass somewhere.
I will try to add some photos, now that I have my laptop up and running. These are horse chestnut flowers, seen on today’s walk. I wish I could also convey the smell of all the blossom and damp grass, so fresh after the recent rain. The cow parsley is now about 5 feet tall, the bluebells are fading, bright blue comfrey is much in evidence in the margins of the paths and also in our garden. I saw 2 parakeets fighting noisily in the trees: these brilliant green interlopers are now everywhere in south London, to the detriment of the native birds I fear. I read today that hedgehogs are making a comeback, because there is considerably less traffic, so they have a better chance of survival.
I have been watching a BBC4 series of programmes called Museums in Quarantine. Tonight it was Tate Britain, and they focused on very English paintings. Stubbs’ rural scenes, Constable’s landscapes, William Holman Hunt’s picture of stray sheep. I found it very reassuring, a sort of permanence of the English landscape, which will still be there after these difficult times come to an end.