Laetare Sunday tomorrow, so a change of gear! I thought we could use a reflection on the beauty of the world we live in and which Christ loved infinitely, and still does. And Mrs Turnstone wants to go on a wild garlic hunt today; so here goes! WT.
I doubt Gerard Manley Hopkins expected his diary to be published; his superiors had suppressed his poetry, after all. Think of that! This sentence from the diary could be laid out on the page as a poem.
End of March and beginning of April, 1871 —
One bay or hollow of Hodder Wood is curled all over with bright green garlic.
In Gerard Manley Hopkins, Selected Poems and Prose, Edited by Ruth Padel, London, Folio Society, 2012, p125.
Did the Jesuits of Stonyhurst gather the garlic for their Lenten kitchen, I wonder? Well, Let’s thank GMH and say Laudato Si’!
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Mrs T led me on a walk through the Kent Downs today, inn glorious sunshine. Many Spring flowers around, at least four species of butterfly, and one of our favourite patches of wild garlic, enough to make six assorted jars of presto on our return. Laudato si!
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