Yes, I know, David Austin gave this name to a rose but that’s not what’s on my mind at all. Instead is it is a mixture, a jumble of Alfred, Lord Tennson’s poem, of Agatha Christie, Joan Hickson and the multitude of misuses we apply to a line from that poem in our household – the Head Gardener is mainly to blame for all this!
Now, several actresses (or, are they all simply “actors” these days?) played the part of Miss Marple in Agatha Christie’s “The Mirror Crack’d from Side to Side”. Angela Lansbury “starred” (oh, what a misuse of language!) in the 1980 Hollywood film; Julie McKenzie (whoever imagined she could feign intelligence!) and the one and the only, the true Miss Marple, Joan Hickson, gave the perfect performance in the BBC’s adaptation in 1992.
It was the last Miss Marple mystery based in the village of St. Mary Mead. Dolly Bantry has sold Gossington Hall and the new owner, Hollywood star Marina Gregg, has an open day in aid of St. John Ambulance. Heather Badcock, an avid fan, attended and her babbling revealed she was responsible for the death of Marina Gregg’s child some years previously. Heather dies after drinking a poisoned daiquiri and Miss Marple investigates…successfully, as we have come to expect. Dolly Bantry, in recalling the encounter between Marina Gregg and Heather Badcock described the odd look on Marina Gregg’s face – which brought Alfred, Lord Tennyson to mind for Miss Marple: “The mirror crack’d from side to side; ‘The curse is come upon me,’ cried The Lady of Shalott.”
In our house, the “curse” is replaced with anything and everything: cold/hunger/thirst/shiver/tiredness/bad mood etc etc is come upon me, cried the Lady of Shalott. “Oh, I need a drink, cried the Lady of Shalott”. Everything and anything that comes upon us is attributed to the Lady of Shalott! Poor Alfred must turn in his grave though it might console him to realise we have kept our substitutions to negative feelings and so are faithful to a certain extent to his original lines. I should point out that it is the Head Gardener’s devotion to her fictional heroine rather than any admiration of Alfred’s poetry which has lead to our use of this phrase.
Today, the humour to write about the past gardening week has not come upon me – I blame the Lady of Shalott! – and I am simply going to insert a slideshow of images from the garden from the last week. Of course, I could have done that without all the palaver but where would the fun be in that!
In no particular order, a random selection of photographs from the garden:
I’m sharing this blog with a group of fellow bloggers who contribute to a “Six on Saturday” theme which is hosted by “The Propagator”. To read more contributions go to The Propagator’s entry for today, scroll down to the comments and you will find other bloggers have posted links to their Saturday entries there. Lots to read!