Crowded Steeples

The foxglove bells, with lolling tongue,
Will not reveal what peals were rung
In Faery, in Faery,
A thousand ages gone.
All the golden clappers hang
As if but now the changes rang;
Only from the mottled throat
Never any echoes float.
Quite forgotten, in the wood,
Pale, crowded steeples rise;
All the time that they have stood
None has heard their melodies.
Deep, deep in wizardry
All the foxglove belfries stand.
Should they startle over the land,
None would know what bells they be.
Never any wind can ring them,
Nor the great black bees that swing them--
Every crimson bell, down-slanted,
Is so utterly enchanted.

(Foxgloves, Mary Webb)

I do wonder whether the way I feel is entirely guided by the weather. I've certainly felt dull and gloomy today, while yesterday I felt bright as the sunshine. Anyhoo, at least I didn't have to go far for todays blip as this one is taken in my garden.

A couple of years back I had a small lawn. The last time I mowed that lawn the pollen gave me an asthma attack so severe that I ended up in hospital via an ambulance. End of lawn. I poured weed-killer over it then put old carpet down to suppress the weeds.

Since then I've not done much more about it because of my CFS, although I did have another go with weed-killer about six weeks ago. You would've thought I'd poured miracle grow on the thing, the way the weeds shot up! You can't tell there is carpet down there as there are weeds covering the whole of it - growing in the carpet itself! There are knee-high grasses and dandelions, docks, and (thankfully) a veritable forest of foxgloves! Pictured are just a few of the foxgloves after a whole day of torrential rain.

The words of this seemed appropriate to today's blip.