29 April 2014


"The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March."
From Two Tramps in Mud Time, Robert Frost

April. You leave home wrapped in a tweed coat in brisk wind with showers forecast and half an hour later there is steam coming out of your collar. One minute you are beaming, the next piqued.

Take Sunday.  We visited my friend whose new baby was curled up and lost in the stupor of learning how to feed just a week ago, and this week had lengthened perceptively, eyes trying to focus, placid, and just as quickly on the brink of a yowl. Amazing. 

Still on a high, we rushed to Somerset House, only to find the Boro quilts we were hoping to see (again for me) dismantled. A cup of coffee gave us a boost, but a few minutes later we were cast down again to find Temple station closed just as we needed to get home quickly. Then, taking a different route, we discovered St Clement Danes ringing out the hour with a peal of Oranges and Lemons.  All these years, and never heard those bells until yesterday. Very jolly, cheered us up. 

Unlike St Saviour in the Marshes for whom the bell tolled this evening. Quite the emotional rollercoaster.


rachel said...

A perfect poem for us at present! Thank you.
Isn't baby-watching wonderful? There being a terrible shortage of babies (or indeed child-bearing-aged women) round these parts, I have to content myself with watching Somerset Wildlife Trust's barn owl cam. Quite enthralling too, except...except... well, human babies don't hatch two days apart and the youngest aren't at risk of being eaten by the oldest....
I'm late to the Rev party, so have much enjoyable catching up to do.
Ooh, my captcha words are heartBe arbitrary. That can be today's motto....

60 going on 16 said...

Much changeability here in the deep West too. Layers on, layers off. Glorious blue skies swapping places all too frequently with storm clouds; sunshine warm enough to bask in suddenly gives way to piercing cold winds.

I missed the final episode of Rev last night as I was at a live screening from the Royal Opera House . . . will watch later today on iPlayer and am steeling myself. I know there will be tears.

E15 kids said...

Shame you missed the Boro exhibition though it was quite strange. While the quilts are very beautiful there was something deadening about having them framed on the wall rather than draped over something. Also there was an alarming lack of detail - no dates or details of region on any of them, for example. And it was very much a selling exhibition with the two curators perambulating the gallery looking for likely buyers (which given prices started at £5,000 certainly wasn't me!) Pretty easy stuff to fake, I thought, as well. But there was a nice attempt to raise questions about the value of 'unschooled' art - particularly in the light of the quilts' resemblance to some of the Paul Klee paintings shown in the Tate recently.

As someone who spends far too much time thinking and writing about religion I found Rev quite overwhelming. Glad to see that I was far from alone in that.

colleen said...

Hi Joan
Actually I did get to see Boro, but wanted to see it again with John. As a casual quilter myself, I found it really inspiring although after I while I found it difficult to remember the distinct features of each quilt, hence wanting to see it again. Sashiko stitching may well be in my future!

Gina said...

I recognise that changeability too. Thank you for stopping by my blog with book recommendations... not sure I'm going to tackle the Tenant of Wildfell Hall though!

Liz said...

All of this Boo walking has me much more aware of the weather and, with no chance of staying put if it's inclement, of the need for waterproof togs. Haven't watched Rev. Enjoying the final series of Mad Men, though.

Val said...

I'm glad St Clement Danes rang out for you! We've had a couple of days of hot sun ..my OH much to his surprise got sunburned on a bike ride yesterday...
today the sun is bold and shy in turns and I lit the fire.

Annie Cholewa said...

She's a fickle month April, just like life.

How I would leave to hear St Clement's bells :)