Ah! woe is me, woe, woe is me!
Alack and well-a-day!
For pity, sir, find out that bee
Which bore my love away.
I'll seek him in your bonnet brave,
I'll seek him in your eyes;
Nay, now I think they've made his grave
I' th' bed of strawberries.
I was looking at these photos I took two weeks ago and the expression "bee in my bonnet" sprang to mind. Google my ever ready tool of gathering information lead me to the following: Thought to have come from Robert Herrick's poem Mad Maid's Song, 1648.
Meaning: Preoccupied or obsessed with an idea.
I have to admit that is how I have been feeling recently. Not so much now as last week when I was overcome by the loss of my love Clément. In about two weeks time it would have been his birthday and the idea that this will be yet another year without him overwhelmeded me.
In a few months time it will be 2 years since he died.
He loved purple flowers. And while we never got round to discussing the delights of lavender I know he would enjoy their fragrence, colour and these photo's I took.
I feel blue.
