tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post4543690086049384382..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: evening purple sprouting crowAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-40016324727497179292012-10-10T18:05:05.207+01:002012-10-10T18:05:05.207+01:00A stirring poem. I feel better for reaing it.A stirring poem. I feel better for reaing it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-45014970803471830852012-10-10T16:31:26.207+01:002012-10-10T16:31:26.207+01:00That's the spirit. Monty Don is a superb prese...That's the spirit. Monty Don is a superb presenter but has one failing: an unsquashable bonhomie. Notably in exhortations that fall into "the worse the day, the better the deed" category. No doubt he has the following done in poker-work above his bed:<br /><br /><i>The cure for this ill,<br />Is not to sit still,<br />And frowst with a book by the fire,<br />But to take a large hoe,<br />And a shovel also,<br />And dig 'til you gently perspire.<br /><br />And then you will find<br />That the sun and the wind<br />And the djinn of the garden too,<br />Have lifted the hump,<br />The cameelious hump,<br />The hump that is black and blue.</i><br /><br />Kipling, I believe. Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com