'I'm always looking for the Hows and the Whys and the Whats,' said Muskrat, 'That is why I speak as I do. You've heard of Muskrat's Much-in-Little, of course?'
'No,' said the child. 'What is it?'
- The Mouse and his Child. Russell Hoban.

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Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Autumn



A last pelagonium of the season shows off its pretty throat in a patch of warm autumn sunshine.

4 comments:

  1. I've never really been aware of pelagoniums (pelogonia?) being so beautiful. In fact I can't recall any in gardens I know. I'll have to keep an eye open for them.

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  2. It's almost as if that pinky violet colour has been painted on by a watercolourist.

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  3. 'Tis the last pelagonium of summer
    Left blooming alone;
    All her lovely companions
    Are faded and gone;
    No flower of her kindred,
    No pelagoniumbud is nigh,
    To reflect back her blushes,
    To give sigh for sigh.

    Doesn't have the same ring, somehow.

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  4. GB - the flowers we used to call geraniums...

    YP - Exactly what I was thinking.

    Robert - Aw, I don't know. The first line's a bit long, but it passes muster, I think.

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