dedicated to my little sis very far away but forever in my heart…….
Forget You? Not ….a chance, No Way,
Not since you came on the wind of May.
Forget You? Not a hope in hell
Your tininess rings out like a chiming bell.
Oh! Your Highness, so noble and mellow
With your crown of blue, your heart of yellow.
“Forget me not” I hear you say.
“Remember me till my last living day”
And I reply “There is no fear of that.
To you, my dear, I take off my hat”
My hawthorn flower tincture is brewing away nicely, almost ready. The window of opportunity to pick the hawthorn flower seemed to have abruptly finished as quickly as it started this year and it passed me by before I realised that it was too late. So there I was, head bowed down, disgruntled, dejected, disappointed that this year I was not going to be able to make hawthorn tincture when suddenly I looked up and spotted a hawthorn in full bloom in the distance. I made my way over and was so astonished to see all the blossoms still on the tree, still fresh, still worthy of picking. I was lucky, very lucky indeed that this year one hawthorn tree decided to wait for my tardiness in collecting the flowers. It’s like as if it said to itself “that mad one in the gate lodge means to gather some hawthorn flowers this year but she hasn’t done it yet so I’ll give her a little more time to get up off her behind and gather some from my tree” And that’s what I did. It was like a gift out of heaven.
And today, I went out and picked some elder flowers and have them now ” stewing” away in a glass jar with vodka just covering them. It’ll take a few weeks before I can try it. But I can’t wait. According to some sources, Elder Flower has many uses medicinally but also stimulates energy . So if the “mad one at the gate lodge” is to get a new lease of life in the coming few weeks and is jumping for joy all around Charleville Forest, don’t be surprised!!
I didn’t set out to play God that afternoon, I really didn’t. Nor did mama, our one eyed cat, imagine for one second that I would be making Godlike decisions that would directly affect her for the “rest of her life”. If only I hadn’t seen the trail of blood that, emanating from the sore on her mouth, was falling everywhere and was about to stain the couch as she made to jump up on it. If only I hadn’t seen that, I might not have decided there and then to bring her to the vet without further ado. The wound was getting worse by the day and although the vet had said that there wasn’t much to do but wait and let it heal by itself, 2 months was a little too long of a wait.
So, much to her distaste, I put her into a little pet cage and into the car she went meowing and protesting about her new whereabouts. Down at the vet’s the prognosis was terrible; a wound that would never heal, a cat who was too old to withstand an operation. The only thing for it was to put her down. She was in terrible pain and the most humane thing to do now was to put her out of her misery. So there I stood with the power to either let it happen or put a stop to it. Oh God!! What to do!, vet whispering in one ear to do it, my sadness saying don’t do it. In the end the deed was done in an instant. A lethal injection into the belly and within 10 seconds she went limp, all her body anesthetized and feeling no pain, no panic, I was assured. That’s when I felt like God, doling out Life or Death at will, sentencing to death a poor little cat, who never did anyone any harm, deciding her fate for her, curtailing her life as if it were mine to do so. There was a moment before I gave the “go ahead” signal to the vet when I said to myself “you can just leave now quickly and don’t look back” but then I thought Pain is a terrible thing and if there’s no way to stop it except through ending the life the pain belongs to then so be it.
And now there’s no more mama; gone for good. Only the memory of one who never complained remains. She took whatever she was given, no more, no less, loved her belly rubs, loved to sleep on Miguel’s bed, fought now and then with our other cat ( I never knew who used to start those fights.)
Mama, I hope you’re in a better place now. I am truly sorry that I had to act “God” and end your life
That’s what this flower is commonly known as. Another name for it is Aquilegia. It is growing in our garden in various colours; pinks, blues, whites and purples. It is supposed to be an old cottage flower so I presume it feels right at home around our house. It has quite a big seed pod full of little black seeds which fall out when it’s dying back, therefore ensuring its continuance for next year
It’s party time at the Gate Lodge and all the Flowers from around the house would like to invite you to their friggin’ frollicking flower fair. They’ll all be there in their finery, specially made costumes for the occasion, flouncing about like peacocks at a fancy dress parade, strutting their stuff and showing off hoping to win the best dressed lady or maybe, as a second best, the finest hat of the evening or maybe even win the nice legs competition. So come on down, get in the mood, put on the gear, be prepared to rock and roll, prance around with all those pretty ladies. You can have a good gawk at the gorgeous girls!!! Just Don’t forget to put on your party hat.