Spanish bluebells and a bright yellow dandelion growing
by the roadside (Noak Hill, Easter 2025)
I went for a short Easter stroll before dinner - γιουβέτσι with lamb - and on the way I saw a woman on all fours with a bucket, frantically digging up every small wild flower that had dared encroach on her precious gravel driveway.
She looked over as I passed and so I enquired if she was having fun:
Not really, she replied. I 'ate weeding, but it 'as to be done!
What, even the dandelions? I asked.
Especially the dandelions - look at 'em rising up!
And when I heard this, I smiled and remembered the paschal greeting, responding with mock enthusiasm:
Truly, they have risen indeed!
