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Category: Flowers
Tournesol, le grand soleil
Goodness Gracious Me ♪♫♪♫♪
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Her: For every time a certain man is standing next to me.
Him: Mmm?
Her: A flush comes to my face and my pulse begins to race,
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: Oh
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Him:
How often does this happen, when did the trouble start?You see, my stethoscope is bobbing to the throbbing of your heart.
Her: What kind of man is he to create this allergy?
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: Oh
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Him:
From New Delhi to Darjeeling, I have done my share of healing,And I’ve never yet been beaten or outboxed,
I remember that with one jab of my needle in the Punjab
How I cleared up beriberi and the dreaded dysentery,
But your complaint has got me really foxed.
Her: Oh.
Her:
Oh, doctor, touch my fingers.Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Her: You may be very clever but however, can’t you see,
My heart beats much too much at a certain tender touch,
It goes boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom,
Him: I like it
Her: Boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Him: Well, goodness gracious me.
Him:
Can I see your tongueHer: Aaah.
Him: Nothing the matter with it, put it
Her: Maybe it’s my back.
Her: Shall I lie down?
Him: Yes.
Her: Ahhh
Him:
My initial diagnosis rules out measles and thrombosis,Sleeping sickness and, as far as I can tell,
Influenza, inflammation, whooping cough and night starvation,
And you’ll be so glad to hear that both your eyeballs are so clear
That I can positively swear that you are well, Ja-ja, ja-ja-ja-ja.
Her:
Put two and two together,Him: Four,
Her: If you have eyes to see, the face that makes my pulses race
Is right in front of me.
Him: Oh, there is nothing I can do, for my heart is jumping too.
Both: Oh, we go boom boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom
Boody-boom boody-boom boody-boom-boom-boom
Her:
Goodness gracious,Him: How audacious
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: How flirtatious
Her: Goodness gracious,
Him: It is me.
Her: It is you
Him: Ah, I’m sorry, it is us.
Both: Ahhh
Daisies
"The hyacinth for constancy wi’ its unchanging blue" – Robert Burns
Hyacinths
For centuries, hyacinths have filled the spring air with sweet perfume, inspired poets to songs of praise and gardeners to feats of horticultural elegance.
In the mid-18th century, Madame de Pompadour ordered the gardens of Versailles filled with Dutch Hyacinths and had hundreds forced “on glasses” inside the palace in winter. The predominant fashion trend-setter of her age, the passion for these sweetly-scented Dutch bulb flowers sparked a national rage among the French elite.
Today, the hyacinth remains a symbol of style and elegance, with the grand tradition of large formal beds planted with hyacinths carried on in many of the world’s great public and private gardens.
Of humble origin
Dutch Hyacinths: But the lush hyacinth varieties that so enthused Madame de Pompadour and those which give us such pleasure today, are a far cry from the hyacinth which first caught the attention of our ancestors. Hyacinths, it is believed, were first cultivated in Europe by the ancient Greeks and Romans. Both Homer and Virgil described the plant’s fragrance. The hyacinth known to these men would have been Hyacinthus orientalis, a native of Turkey and the Middle East and the genetic ancestor of our modern cultivars.
This early hyacinth was a rather wan looking specimen. With only about 15 pale blue flowers in a loose raceme, or group of single flowers arranged along a central axis, on ten-inch stems, these plants were valued mainly for their scent. Whether due to their anemic appearance or other factors, the cultivation of hyacinths faded from Europe about the same time as the Romans did.
The Hyacinth goes Dutch
The plant reentered European gardens in the 1560’s, reintroduced from Turkey and Iran, eventually reaching the bulb-loving low countries of Holland.
It was there that the tiny Hyacinthus orientalis experienced a centuries-long “fashion make-over,” as skillful Dutch hybridizers transformed it into a full-flowered garden gem, earning the plant its popular name: the Dutch Hyacinth.













