Lots of big events and happenings this week and next. So let’s try and honour them all.
First up, it’s Ash Wednesday next week and the start of Lent. And goodness knows why, but the burd thinks a little bit of denial is good for the soul and eh, the body. So from next Wednesday I will be a chocolate and sweetie free zone until Easter. Last time I tried it was hard, very hard.
And yes, I do take this far more seriously than all the lapsed, pretend and ethnic Catholics I know. So what else but this track from Elvis Perkins. The intro probably reflects how I’m going to feel by next Friday…
Next, it’s International Women’s Day on Tuesday and you didn’t think the burd would let that pass by without wedging in a few choons did you? So this by one of my favourite girl bands, the Ettes; this, the beautifully evocative and utterly mesmerising Song of the Sibyll by Dead can Dance and finally, this: in tribute to social workers, official and unoffical, everywhere and in excited anticipation of a very big album event.
Two tracks to delight and thrill you, I hope. Horse Shoes, from Wavves, never sounding better in the burdz humble opinion. And a new band (at least to me) with a song that has had a fair few plays since I downloaded it: Model Son by The Heavenly States.
And a wee tip – the Mad Mackerel’s February round up is still available. Loadsa free downloads, and some belters, including a cover version of Strangelove by Bat for Lashes. Superb!
Ah, the main event. Yesterday was World Book Day and its theme was children’s books. Needless to say, I seized the opportunity to give the wee chicklet a new book – the last in the Little Rabbit series written by the late, great Harry Horse – and we spent an hour or so this evening reading. And yes, it’s a bit young for him now but the great thing is he now reads them to me. Lovely.
All week I’ve been thinking about my favourite books from childhood and trying to pin it down to just one. It’s been a great trip down memory lane, but it has also awakened a nagging quest that I now seek your help with, dear reader.
When I was a 12, I read a fabulous book about a young girl sent to Cornwall – orphan perhaps or just on holiday – to stay with family and it was a ghost story. The kind of thing that appeals totally to a twelve year old with an overwrought imagination. And Candlemas Eve and a cave played a big part in it. Can I remember what it is called? Or who wrote it? Or any more details? Or find it? No to all of the above.
So put me out of my misery – if this rings a bell for anyone, please post a comment. Or if you know how I might try to track it down, that too would be great.
The book from my childhood that I loved the most. A toss up between Tom Sawyer and Little Women. I still cry each and every time I read both, and not at the bits you’d expect. So a line or two from both? Sorry, not that obvious. Try this instead. By Robert Louis Stevenson, from A Child’s Garden of Verses:
A Good Play –
We built a ship upon the stairs All made of the back-bedroom chairs, And filled it full of sofa pillows To go a-sailing on the billows.
We took a saw and several nails, And water in the nursery pails, And Tom said, “Let us also take An apple and a slice of cake,” – Which was enough for Tom and me To go a-sailing on, till tea.
We sailed along for days and days, And had the very best of plays; But Tom fell out and hurt his knee, So there was no one left but me.
Spring is definitely in the air and assuming the fine days stay with us, I’ll be out in the garden. All around are signs of life, though some precious plants did not survive the Big Freeze in December. The snowdrops are still in fine bloom, the crocuses are out and the daffodils beginning to peak through.
It’s way past time I got tidying and readying and looking at spaces and how to fill them. And there are seed trays to clean, pots to scrub, a greenhouse to empty and planting to be done.
Cosmos, sweet peas, livingstone daisies, cornflowers, verbena and love in a mist.
This year, I’m aiming to create sweeps and drifts of flowers with a continuous sowing scheme. Well that’s the plan…