I was happy to discover these delicate-scented cowslips on yesterday's walk as they are not that common now. My sister and I used to have Sunday excursions in season with our grandparents and parents to pick great bunches of them in the Suffolk countryside. When we got home we didn't put them in vases; our grandmother made them into cowslip wine.
DAYS
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
A small and belated September update for 2024, where I am still, after many years' membership, on 365 Project, also now posting elsewhere but wanting...
I'm glad you too remember them, Arthur. I think I remember the scent as much as anything. Ray tells me, from his rambles, that there are lots on Old Winchester Hill and I mean to have a trip to see if I can capture them. (One day when it's not raining or grey!)
Beautiful cowslips. I haven't seen any around here yeat but then I haven't been out much lately. David always seems to know where to find them around here. He remembers them from his childhood when he lived on his grandfather's farm in Debenham. I was born and raised in London so have no childhood memories of cowslips!
My maternal grandmother who made the wine lived in Claydon (our family did too for the first 5 years of my life) so it would have been around the lanes and villages nearby that we gathered the cowslips.
I think itt's funny too how suddenly the brain just switches into gear and remembers!
I'm glad you too remember them, Arthur. I think I remember the scent as much as anything. Ray tells me, from his rambles, that there are lots on Old Winchester Hill and I mean to have a trip to see if I can capture them. (One day when it's not raining or grey!)
Oh thank you for noticing my PicMonkey 'frost'!
How lovely to have those cowslips from your mum's garden. I think they are just the sort of simple and unpretentious flowers to carry fond memories.
My maternal grandmother who made the wine lived in Claydon (our family did too for the first 5 years of my life) so it would have been around the lanes and villages nearby that we gathered the cowslips.
Vanessa you're welcome. I was a bit overwhelmed to see them!