The Waterlilies

The water-lilies on the meadow stream
     Again spread out their leaves of glossy green;
And some, yet young, of a rich copper gleam,
     Scarce open, in the sunny stream are seen,
Throwing a richness upon Leisure's eye,
     That thither wanders in a vacant joy;
While on the sloping banks, luxuriantly,
      Tending of horse and cow, the chubby boy,
In self-delighted whims, will often throw
      Pebbles, to hit and splash their sunny leaves;
Yet quickly dry again, they shine and glow
      Like some rich vision that his eye deceives;
Spreading above the water, day by day,
In dangerous deeps, yet out of danger's way.
John Clare


I'm a bit early for Flower Friday but was seduced by these pink beauties clustered nonchalantly on the large pond in the Heron Gallery where I went for a coffee with Lisa this morning and enjoyed a long overdue catch up. I carried on round the circuit, for the mizzle was warmish.

Other than that I've been getting ready for my well day on Saturday. We shall be marvelling at active wells, forgotten wells, the BVM's kneeprints,  a small square of healing earth, the tomb of a priest who had a solas (sort of halo) and a grotto where water is piped form a holy well. What's not to like?!