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The Paris daisy.

June 22, 2017

IMG_1105 Parisian Daisy

The Paris Daisy

There is just nothing more comforting than a single, little and insignificant flower. I say ‘insignificant’ in its beauty being so shy and modest. It’s not like a brutal rose for instance, with its hostile thorns and short flowering duration. The only rose daring to raise its head in the garden is our Iceberg,  bravely defying neglect and lack of attention. We do not like the rose, in spite of  Shakespeare. No, give us the sun of a Paris daisy.

It is strange how last year our Paris Daisy bush had hundreds of flowers lasting weeks. Their obstinacy in clinging to stay the top-flower in preference to the majestically towering Bay trees and Royal Hydrangeas is remarkable, surely worthy of lofty praise and curtsying  respect!

I mention their strangeness, because ever since their copious flower-show last year came to end, it all stopped. Not a single bud since its flower explosion six months ago. Was it some form of protest. Was it trying to tell us something? We raised it lovingly from a cutting we took from our next-door neighbour, Harley. We asked for it and he gladly gave his blessings. His Paris daisy fronts the street and gives passers-by so much beauty and pleasure. All free. All it might want in return are a few kind words, something in the order of; ‘oh, what a lovely plant,’ or even ‘great little yellow daisy, isn’t it?’  It doesn’t mind being called pretty or even described as a ‘pretty bush.’ It’s rarely insulted by people not really knowing it is a daisy. Milo lifting its hind led is even tolerated by this Paris Daisy. Isn’t that proof of symbiotic relations? No wonder its flowers so profusely.

We had a friend many years ago who named every flowering plant under the sun a pretty tulip. He knew I was Dutch and thought it safe to show some horticultural insights. He might also have thought he was witty. I prefer this last summation and showed my pleasure with accompanying laughter, which often takes me a considerable effort. There is nothing wrong with boosting the ego of another person. Things are often so frail and precarious amongst us, and an encouragement is the least I ought to practise and ‘share.’

Have we noticed that this verb ‘sharing’ has become very popular? We are knee-deep in the West with our ‘sharing’. It is particularly popular amongst those that practise psychology or hold alternative health certificates with a preponderance for prescribing herbal medications including Bach remedies to Gurdjieff followers and his teachings of The Fourth Way.

The taking of the Paris Daisy photo above was irresistible. Isn’t it beautiful? It stopped me in my tracks. I have been watching its tiny bud over the last few weeks. This morning it opened. Is it trying to make amends? Helvi told me she had trimmed it last year, but that was at the very end of its flowering and should not have minded the daisy at all.

Nature has a way to do things on its own accord and we should just let it get on with giving us its beauty.

Isn’t that such an act of sublime generosity?


What price vanity?

March 21, 2014
Milo after many pats

Milo after many pats

My social life is not hectic. Our Jack Russell gets all the smiles and pats. I even told a nice lady who was patting Milo, “I never seem to get such attention.” She gave a quick answer “if you looked anything like him, you would too.” I never had the physical facial combination of a Jack Russell who, in the case of Milo, immediately attracts pats and belly strokes.

At parties (a long time ago) no one really looked much at me, even unattractive people would kind of look me over and quickly avert their eyes to the table with crackers and bits of gherkins pierced and clothed by sliced ham or prosciutto. I took notice of how people react to appearances. The loud thumping music at most parties does cover a lot of awkwardness between people. I think it acts like blotting paper soaking up difficulties in relating to others. It wasn’t unusual for people to walk away while I was still in mid-sentence about something as riveting as the local council and new parking laws, or the advantages of a particular paper shredder..

Of course through the decades, my concern about my exteriors in facial features such as nose, chin, lips etc. did wane and with a bit more nous, obtained through bitter experience and soul searching of the heart, overcame the frivolity of looks and charmed myself into relating to others on a more, if not substantial level, at least on a more sustainable plateau. It just took more effort and a repertoire of succinct one liners, nothing too obvious. The trick is to show interest in the other person without getting too personal.It’s the sage advice given to me during a stint in a George Gurdjieff group many years ago.

Even so, it is worrying that Milo seems to so effortlessly get all the attention. Are they my teeth? For years I have forgone wearing my ‘partials’. Partials, I just learnt, are partial false teeth embedded in a pink look alike jaw. I haven’t worn the contraption for years. I hated putting a combination of plastic and fish hooks in my mouth. In any case, I still did not get public pats, stroking or any, “oh, you are so cute.”

The double glazing now being put into a future action, I am now toying with teeth implants. Ideally I should get a complete facial re-build or at least a kind of fill-up. I have most of my teeth but foolishly had three teeth pulled by an over-enthusiastic dentist many years back. Some molars at the back disappeared as well. With my inexorable decline towards a coffin of one sort or another the remaining years might well get a boosting renewal with tooth implants. I will never reach the looks and charms of Milo but I am hopeful of more public attention in the future. Now, just notice the use of ‘future’. Isn’t that a positive sign? I have made an appointment with a local implant specialist.

I’ll keep you informed.