A Cup of of Camomile¬†#quotes #Shakespeare #gardens #herbs #Spring #playwright #camomile

An English garden, or any of a temperate climate, through the seasons, holds a spell. It feeds the soul and mind in beauty, peace and rest and the body in herbs, spices, fruits and vegetables. Please note I’m mostly concerned with Spring and Summer.

Many herbs and plants have made their way into Shakespeare’s plays…their use in medicines (Romeo&Juliet), in metaphors (Hamlet, Henry IV) & in magic (A Midsummer Night’s Dream).

Shakespeare loved to garden. He would have been familiar with, and fully aware of the significance and importance of herbs. Their values, qualities and differences would have played on his imagination and are naturally and subtly woven (weaved) into his work with great effect.

“… though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.” Henry IV

In herb gardens lie stories, tales and morals, and healing properties: prevention and cure.

Herbs and spices for sprinkling, wit and wisdom for thinking.


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Are you sitting comfortably?

Children love to fidget! Adults are impatient!
So Sunday is the chance to slow down, catch up & generally take longer over everything you do. If you are getting together with family, buy and take along a children’s poetry anthology, sit a child upon your knee (one you know well!) & get them started early on the wonderful world of poems, which are like short rhyming stories. It’s a great chance to bond, for them to listen and to learn – may be off by heart too. At the right age it is something they will remember for life.
When they are 35 & getting married don’t you want them to come up to you, shake your hand and say
” Uncle A/ Auntie B, I’ll never forget the day you read ‘that poem’ to me, you opened my eyes & my ears!”
What a great feeling you’ll have – the star relative!

Happy Thought
‘The world is so full
of a number of things
I’m sure we should all
be as happy as Kings’

By Robert Louis Stevenson