I got home at about 8pm last night. The low sun was illuminating the peach tree and the cutting patch.
It struck me how the raised beds are like an oasis in the middle of the parched lawn. You can see how the moisture from the beds has kept the grass immediately near them green, whilst further out it is a dry and crispy desert.
I didn’t waste the opportunity to call this post ‘Oasis’. Oasis (the band) remind me of the summer I graduated from Leeds University, when every student bedroom in LS6 had an open window from which ‘Wonderwall’ was playing.
It is somewhat gratifying that my children listen to Oasis and think that they are cool. This also goes for The Jam, The Smiths, The Cure, Blur, Radiohead and Muse. They either don’t realise that this music is twenty or thirty years old, or they just don’t care. That is how cool they are.
I applaud this. I had to secretly like Carol King and Kate Bush. My eldest daughter and Stephen argue over whether Queen are cool. Guess who thinks they are? The fourteen year old.
So, keeping to the Oasis theme, this is my dedication to (What’s the Story) Morning Glory?
The Zinnias and the Dahlias have packed the stadium.
Nicotiana are finding the daytime heat too much, and their flowers only open when the sun is off them. They are night owls, drinking well into the early hours, and then sleeping it off during the day. Come the evening, it’s
Hello, Hello, It’s good to be back, it’s good to be back…
These purple ones are look slightly worse for wear, but still a little bit glitzy.
And these ones have fallen over in a heap. But that doesn’t matter, because we’re all good friends here. No brotherly fisticuffs in my garden.
I am still waiting for Scabious to put in an appearance. But,
You gotta roll with it; you have to take your time, you have to say what you say, don’t let anybody get in your way…
I seem to have a three-headed bud here, or is this just a bad trip?
Dahlias are fantastic when they are belting it out, but I also love them when they are feeling contemplative. When they are having an acoustic moment.
Back beat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out,
I’m sure, you’ve heard it all before, but you never really had a doubt,
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now…
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don’t know how
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You’re my wonderwall
The snapdragons are looking shimmery and velvety in their lounge suits.
Slip inside the eye of your mind, don’t you know you might find, a better place to play.
You said that you’d never been, but all the things that you’ve seen, slowly fade away.
So I’ll start a revolution from my [flower] bed
‘Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, summertime’s in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face
‘Cause you ain’t ever gonna burn my heart out
Zinnias have been a bit of a revelation this year. They love the heat and the sun, and don’t seem to need much water.
Some might say that sunshine follows thunder…
Each bloom goes on getting higher and higher…
How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you while we were getting high?
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Cause people believe that they’re
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world’s still spinning round
We don’t know why
Why, why, why, why
[Repeat to fade]
Thank you to my eldest daughter, who arranged these flowers. You see how cool she is? Twenty-year-old music and flower-arranging!
Do you have an album which takes you back to a particular summer? Do you share any favourite bands with your children or [shudder] your parents?