Cherry tree

 

Cherry tree

                                                    April blossom

We have a cherry tree in the garden which was heavy with blossom in early spring and is now full of ripening cherries. I looked at it yesterday to see if there were any ready to be picked. There were a few near the top of the 12’ tree that looked ripe, but none closer to hand.

This morning, I watched a large magpie fly into the tree and a few moments later it flew out with a cherry in its beak. I was immeasurably delighted to see that. One of the purposes of growing fruit in the garden is to encourage wildlife. There’s enough for all to share. I have not seen it return, though I haven’t sat with my eyes fixed on the garden all day.

I was reminded of Robert Herrick’s poem, Cherry Ripe, which of course led me to start singing the song. 🎜🎝

Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy.
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer: There,
Where my Julia’s lips do smile;
There’s the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.

Robert Herrick was born in 1591 in London and became a poet and an Anglican priest. He wrote more than 2,500 poems, and although he never married, much of his earlier work is centred on love and women. His poetry often refers to the fleeting nature of life and the necessity to make the most of it.

One of his oft-quoted poems, ‘To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time,’ has the opening lines:

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.

 

Daffodils – Day 6

 

Daffodils – Day 6

Robert Herrick (1591-1674) wrote the following poem in 1648.

To Daffodils

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see

You haste away so soon;

As yet the early-rising sun

Has not attain’d his noon.

Stay, stay,

Until the hasting day

Has run

But to the even-song;

And, having pray’d together, we

Will go with you along.

 

We have short time to stay, as you,

We have as short a spring;

As quick a growth to meet decay,

As you, or anything.

We die

As your hours do, and dry

Away,

Like to the summer’s rain;

Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,

Ne’er to be found again.

In 1986 the daffodil was adopted by the Marie Curie charity as a symbol of strength, resilience, hope, joy and new beginnings. Marie Curie is the UK’s leading end of life charity. The annual Great Daffodil Appeal occurs in March and each daffodil worn represents a donation to the charity.

There are several hospices across the country and Marie Curie nurses also attend terminally ill patients in their own homes. My sister’s nurse made her last days full of laughter and Beryl died with a smile on her lips.

The American Cancer Society, the Cancer Society New Zealand the Canadian Cancer Society, Cancer Council of Australia all use the yellow cheerfulness of the daffodil to symbolise their campaigns.

Maria Salomea Skłodowska (1867-1934) was born in the Kingdom of Poland, then part of the Russian Empire, in Warsaw. She studied at Warsaw University and then later in Paris, where she subsequently conducted her scientific research. She married the French physicist Pierre Curie and it is by the name Marie Curie that she is remembered. In 1903, with her husband and the physicist, Henri Becquerel, she shared the Nobel Prize for Physics for pioneering work in the development of what she called the theory of ‘radioactivity. She and her husband were the first married couple to win a Nobel Prize.

In 19ll, Marie Curie won the Nobel Prize for Chemistry for her discovery of the elements polonium and radium. She remains the only person to have won a Nobel Prize in two sciences. During WWI she developed mobile radiography units for use in field hospitals. It is probable that she died, in 1966, from the effects of radiation exposure, the official diagnosis being aplastic anaemia.

Marie Curie’s elder daughter, Irène, won the 1935 Nobel Prize for Chemistry with her husband, Frédéric Joliot-Curie. Her younger daughter, Ève, became the director of UNICEF and her husband was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1965, as a representative of UNICEF. It is quite remarkable for one family to have received such acclaim.