Tormentil

a tiny flower that packs a punch ... relief for any blipper torments, 'fluxes of blood or humours' (Culpepper) and more tannin than oak bark apparently ....

It was a lovely day so I headed over to Loweswater. It is possibly more than 20 years ago that I last did this walk with G. I think that, coming over to St Bees last week and then I keep hearing Nimrod when I turn the radio on for some reason at the moment, both of these factors seemed to draw me over that way. The gorgeous green path is still there with its spectacular views (extra). As I approached the woods I kept hearing Goldcrests in the spruce trees but never saw any ... hearing but not seeing ... that sense of things beyond us and our senses reminded me of Wordsworth's 'After-thought' ....

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
As being past away.—Vain sympathies!
For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
I see what was, and is, and will abide;
Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
The Form remains, the Function never dies;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
The elements, must vanish;—be it so!
Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour;
And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,
Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.