Monday, April 25, 2022
Reflections on Mother Goose
I'm happy to report that the appliance repair guy actually showed up yesterday, and we now once again have a functioning washing machine and dishwasher. He brought a plumbing snake and some kind of vacuum that cleaned out the pipe, and those seem to have made the difference. Thank God that's over, at least for the time being.
I spent the morning in the garden, where the lilies I rescued from the garden center a few weeks ago are beginning to bloom. They look particularly good surrounded by the purple wallflower and the blue forget-me-nots.
I prepared the flower bed near our back steps, where I planted some zinnia and sunflower seeds. Oh! And the weirdest thing happened. Several weeks ago we got a flier through our letterbox from a landscaping company, with a little envelope attached. The envelope rattled, and the flier said something poetic about how nice it is to have a packet of wildflower seeds. So I saved the packet -- but when I opened it yesterday I found only tiny pellets of dirt. They weren't seeds at all. What a scam!
I guess it's a good way to make people hire a gardener. Give them fake seeds that don't sprout, and then they'll think, "Wow, I can't even grow wildflowers! I need professional help!"
In the afternoon I took my big green bean bag chair to school, for the kids to sit on in the library. I didn't use it here at home as much as I thought I might, and it's just too big for our house. I hired my very first Uber (using the app, which I only recently installed on my phone) to transport me and the bean bag. Welcome to 2012!
In the afternoon Olga and I went to the cemetery. I found a headstone buried in brambles for a woman named Marjorie Helen Hill who was born in Irwin, Pa., in 1874 and died in London in 1917. Moving from Pittsburgh to London back in those days couldn't have been a small thing. Wonder what her story was?
I also heard a blackbird singing enthusiastically. They remind me of mockingbirds with all the various sounds they can string together. I got to wondering about the nursery rhyme that mentions baking 24 of them in a pie. Who would come up with such a thing? Nursery rhymes are insane.
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Congratulations on functioning machines!
Was that really just earth in the packet? A shameful scam, not real gardeners atall.
I remember reading that Sing a Song of Sixpence originated in the 1700s with the line “Four and twenty naughty boys baked in a pie.” Yes, who would come up with such a thing?!?
So glad your pipes have been engineered.
The colors in both photos are brilliant.
I trust that the bean bag chair has no historical stains on its fabric surface. Perhaps Marjorie Hill fell in love with an Englishman. After all, Englishmen are much better lovers than uncouth American chaps.
I would have planted the dirt seeds regardless, just in case.
One and only Uber experience in Australia was a disaster and I refuse to Uber here again. The trip to the airport cost $100 instead of $65 we pay for a cab. Mind, Uber was really good in South Africa.
It must be a relief to have your drains working properly again.
I wonder if you got seed bombs -- pellets with wildflower seeds embedded in them. They're microscopic seeds. I'd still plant them, just to see.
In my world, Marjorie Helen Hill was a Pittsburgh spinster at age 30, and was swept off her feet by an Englishman and moved to London to marry him.
I have never Uber'd. I must still be in 2011?
We bought two bean bags for the kids years ago. They used them a lot for the first few months and now they gather dust under our stairway.
My 3rd great grandmother was born in America from English immigrant grandparents. Her father though evidently perished in the California Gold Rush of 49 and she was brought back to England. A few years later she traveled back to America to marry her former sweetheart fresh out of the Civil War and spent her life here. I've found records for her younger brother who stayed in England and where his birth is noted as California, not America as his other siblings were labeled. Different times back then. He died young before he had a family so somewhere over there I expect a gravestone that says he was born in California and died in England.
I find myself wondering if Marjorie Helen Hill was hired help to a wealthy Pittsburgh family. Pittsburgh was home to the Carnegies and the Rockefellers etc, being a lumber, oil, and steel town. These families went abroad frequently. She was only 43 years old.
I always liked that nursery rhyme. There was a lot going on there. And now I've just done a little googling and of course there is so much more to the simple rhyme than we ever imagine as we sing it to our children. https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4933345#:~:text=ROBERTS%3A%20%60Sing%20a%20song%20of,parlor%20eating%20bread%20and%20honey.
Nursery rhymes possible begot us Shel Silverstein, whose rhymes are just as nonsensical, yet wonderful somehow.
Your lily is early, and so pretty!
That first photo is gorgeous. What a great combination of colors and pretty blooms.
Good to hear you finally got the washing machine/dishwasher back to normal.
I remember bean bag chairs. Kids loved them.
https://interestingliterature.com/2018/10/a-short-analysis-of-the-sing-a-song-of-sixpence-nursery-rhyme-origins-history/#:~:text=One%20of%20the%20leading%20theories,bread%20and%20honey%20remains%20unexplained.)
I found this about the nursery rhyme which was interesting.
Glad your washer and dishwasher are fixed and working again. We can't really grow lilies here anymore, we have a scarlet lily beetle which decimates the plants. I don't like using pesticides so I just pulled my lilies up.
Love the photo of the lily! Such bright colors that look great together.
Glad the plumber sorted out your problem.
The students will love the beanbag chair - it will be a popular reading spot in your library!
I think that in the elizabethan era they ate any meat they could find and this included
blackbirds. Good job we do not eat them now as there is a lack of them in my area.
I would plant those seeds just in case.
Briony
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What A Photo - The Flowers Were Pretty But That Face - She Is Such A Good Girl - I Thank You For Walking Her - Be Well Brother
Cheers
I always wondered about those blackbirds in a pie. It never helped when, as a child, you looked at the illustrations and the birds looked like -- well, birds. What were they doing in a pie? So glad your repairs were done. (I should have read this first!)
My 2 year old grandson has always loved nursery rhymes due (probably) to their sing songy nature. They are indeed creepy! There were a couple I refused to read. Glad that your laundry facilities are back to normal!
Somewhere in February, during the 'national invasive-species-week' , they served (European) Starling breasts wrapped in bacon at some gathering here in Oregon to show that they're very edible .. I personally like the feisty little guys, they're masterful imitators as well!
Ah, the colours in that first photo! Lovely.
And Olga, you're lovely too; good girl :D
Glad your plumbing issue is fixed!
Hope 'your' kids love the beanbag chair. You certainly must have made a sight wrestling the thing into an Uber!
I was wondering the same thing - my dad gave me what looked like dirt balls & I planted them. There are some green things sprouting - we'll see what actually comes up!
It really was just earth. I even crumbled up the pellets and there was nothing in them.
That's an awfully big pie!
The bean bag is unsullied, as I only sat in it maybe twice!
I did plant them -- just scattered them over the flower bed -- so we'll see if anything arises.
If the seeds are indeed microscopic I guess that's possible. I ground one or two pellets between my fingers and didn't see anything in side them.
I have Uber'd but (until this incident) only when others made the call! Surely Camden must have Uber?
Interesting ancestral story! Some people were quite adventurous in those days, when traveling to California from Europe would have meant weeks and weeks.
That's an interesting possibility.
I never thought of the bit about birds singing as a reference to steam! How depressing.
That's true -- Silverstein was a modern nursery rhymer!
I'm sure it was started in a greenhouse for the garden center trade, so it's ahead of the others.
It's so nice to be able to clean things again!
They are great for kids -- another reason to use it in the school rather than here at home.
We have scarlet lily beetles too, although we just pick them off the plants and kill them if they turn up. We never see so many that they decimate the plants. Interesting article -- it seems the consensus that this nursery rhyme is from the period of Henry VIII.
Purple and yellow always look so good together, don't they?
In many countries there's a tradition of eating songbirds, which is just appalling to me! But you're right -- back then, people looked for any meat they could find.
She loves the cemetery, and running free along those woodsy paths!
I always found it a disturbing nursery rhyme! (Yes, probably because of the illustrations!)
On Broadway years ago there was a brilliant show called "Shock-Headed Peter" that was based on old nursery rhymes and their inherently dark nature.
Yikes! We've actually seen articles here about how even starling numbers are declining. Of course, they're not invasive here either, unlike in North America.
Olga says thank you! :)
Amazingly, it fit in the trunk!
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