This little paper box was for today’s Lilac Grey #colour_collective on twitter.
It pushed me out of my colour comfort zone – I don’t often use purply colours, but I loved using this grey today.
This little cut-out was inspired by an A.A Milne poem that I always loved when I was little (and still do).
There are many images from A.A.Milne‘s poems floating around in my head – the mother of James James Morrison Morrison who goes down to the end of the town; Jonathan Jo with his wheelbarrow full of surprises; the King who only wants a little bit of butter for his bread…all so wonderfully illustrated by E.H.Shepherd. Maybe I wouldn’t remember them so well if I hadn’t read them to my own children in recent years.
As a child I felt so very sorry that the dormouse’s beloved flowers were replaced, and only partially satisfied by the idea that he could be happy imagining that they were still there. I think I also felt a child’s indignation that he hadn’t been listened to by the doctor…that his voice wasn’t heard.
So here’s to listening to each other and, if all else fails, pretending we’re surrounded by our favourite flowers…
The Dormouse and The Doctor
Alan Alexander Milne 1882-1956
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),
And all the day long he’d a wonderful view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
A Doctor came hurrying round, and he said:
“Tut-tut, I am sorry to find you in bed.
Just say ‘Ninety-nine’ while I look at your chest….
Don’t you find that chrysanthemums answer the best?”
The Dormouse looked round at the view and replied
(When he’d said “Ninety-nine”) that he’d tried and he’d tried,
And much the most answering things that he knew
Were geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
The Doctor stood frowning and shaking his head,
And he took up his shiny silk hat as he said:
“What the patient requires is a change,” and he went
To see some chrysanthemum people in Kent.
The Dormouse lay there, and he gazed at the view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue),
And he knew there was nothing he wanted instead
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).
The Doctor came back and, to show what he meant,
He had brought some chrysanthemum cuttings from Kent.
“Now these,” he remarked, “give a much better view
Than geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).”
They took out their spades and they dug up the bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),
And they planted chrysanthemums (yellow and white).
“And now,” said the Doctor, “we’ll soon have you right.”
The Dormouse looked out, and he said with a sigh:
“I suppose all these people know better than I.
It was silly, perhaps, but I did like the view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).”
The Doctor came round and examined his chest,
And ordered him Nourishment, Tonics, and Rest.
“How very effective,” he said, as he shook
The thermometer, “all these chrysanthemums look!”
The Dormouse turned over to shut out the sight
Of the endless chrysanthemums (yellow and white).
“How lovely,” he thought, “to be back in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red.)”
The Doctor said, “Tut! It’s another attack!”
And ordered him Milk and Massage-of-the-back,
And Freedom-from-worry and Drives-in-a-car,
And murmured, “How sweet your chrysanthemums are!”
The Dormouse lay there with his paws to his eyes,
And imagined himself such a pleasant surprise:
“I’ll pretend the chrysanthemums turn to a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red)!”
The Doctor next morning was rubbing his hands,
And saying, “There’s nobody quite understands
These cases as I do! The cure has begun!
How fresh the chrysanthemums look in the sun!”
The Dormouse lay happy, his eyes were so tight
He could see no chrysanthemums, yellow or white.
And all that he felt at the back of his head
Were delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).
And that is the reason (Aunt Emily said)
If a Dormouse gets in a chrysanthemum bed,
You will find (so Aunt Emily says) that he lies
Fast asleep on his front with his paws to his eyes.
We’ve been dreaming of Spring…but then today there was a brief and beautiful flurry of snow, and Proper Winter Things seemed a possibility instead of just a memory.
The snow lasted long enough to soak me on my way back from town, but the kids only caught a glimpse of it from their school assembly.
Shouldn’t schools fling open their doors with glee and bundle coats and hats onto one and all when it snows for the first time in years? My 6 year old can’t remember ever seeing snow.