[OT from cottage renovations]
today is the Grove's annual flower show. the element of tension comes from the fact that gardening is taken pretty seriously here, it's more or less a contact sport. and the judging is fair but severe, bordering upon harsh.
I don't always submit anything to that judging (many years I don't have anything in bloom the day of the show) but this year I did manage to come up with five submissions, one of which was so fragile that it was destroyed by light breezes in the short walk over to the Woman's clubhouse where the event is held. of the ones that made it two were specimens and two were titled entries.
this year's show has a Shakespearian theme, and the references were:
"Alas tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made my selfe a motley to the view." |
and
"And I serve the fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours." |