By Marjorie Pickthall ( 1883 - 1922)
See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.
Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
Bees they love the clover,
But I love the daisies' dance
All the meadow over.
Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
Singing summer's praises,
Up the field and down the field
A-dancing with the daisies.
I have for the past few months been burning the candle at both ends. And in the middle. I work full time ghost writing, photographing and doing project work for various food companies, as well as renovating an old Victorian house and the kitchen Garden. With three young children, a village bakery and a radio show. Life is full!
I have just finished a commission that has changed the way I will be writing. It will be going into a beautiful glossy magazine and despite being a little nervous about writing it as the subject is contentious I was really surprised at deeply I felt about protecting our food heritage.
In the meantime my blog posts have piled up behind me. I have Richard Corrigans restaurant to review, The fabulous Baker Brothers book to talk about, some fabulous chocolate from Rococo to suggest for Easter, some delicious vinegar from Wormley food to write about, Charlottes heavenly Gluten free treats to share and Lucas Hollweg's wonderful new book that I have to tell you . All that before I chat about the house, the garden, the cat we rescued and what I've been planting in the garden and cooking. In fact I have so many posts to write up I have written them down in a list. There are 18, and I am almost paralysed wondering where to start!
So instead of writing anything at all I am going to sit in the garden with a cup of tea and make daisy chains with my five year old daughter.
It's about priorities.