Lawns And What They're Good For
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poliphiloThe lawn is full of wildflowers. We have daisies and buttercups and clover and a purple flower I'm inclined to think (having checked with my Collins Gem) is selfheal. They persist in spite of mowing- I'm glad to say. There's also the odd thistle.
(We have thistles out in the field which have been allowed to grow without molestation. The tallest of them- I really should take a tape measure out with me- must be about seven foot.)
I was thinking it would be nice to play croquet on the lawn. I'm still thinking it, but more forlornly now, having checked all the sheds and lock-ups for the croquet set we used to have- and not finding it. I wonder where it went? I did find what I think is a badminton net- but badminton is too energetic for us creaky oldsters. Croquet on the other hand would be just right- a gently paced game of strategy, dexterity- and utter ruthlessness- that all ages and genders can play on an equal footing. The first time we meet the young people in The Small House at Allington- Bell and Lily and Bernard and the weak and wicked Mr Crosbie- they're out on the lawn playing croquet. For them it was a new thing, a craze (the rules of the game were first published in 1856.) They ask Mrs Dale to join them but she reckons she's too old at forty. There was a story in the papers the other day where someone was predicting that croquet was on its way out. I hope not. The tap of mallet on wooden ball is almost as redolent of the English summer as the crack of leather on willow. But the gear is expensive. A cheap set- hardly worth having- comes in at £100. A really good set will cost you a four figure sum.
(We have thistles out in the field which have been allowed to grow without molestation. The tallest of them- I really should take a tape measure out with me- must be about seven foot.)
I was thinking it would be nice to play croquet on the lawn. I'm still thinking it, but more forlornly now, having checked all the sheds and lock-ups for the croquet set we used to have- and not finding it. I wonder where it went? I did find what I think is a badminton net- but badminton is too energetic for us creaky oldsters. Croquet on the other hand would be just right- a gently paced game of strategy, dexterity- and utter ruthlessness- that all ages and genders can play on an equal footing. The first time we meet the young people in The Small House at Allington- Bell and Lily and Bernard and the weak and wicked Mr Crosbie- they're out on the lawn playing croquet. For them it was a new thing, a craze (the rules of the game were first published in 1856.) They ask Mrs Dale to join them but she reckons she's too old at forty. There was a story in the papers the other day where someone was predicting that croquet was on its way out. I hope not. The tap of mallet on wooden ball is almost as redolent of the English summer as the crack of leather on willow. But the gear is expensive. A cheap set- hardly worth having- comes in at £100. A really good set will cost you a four figure sum.
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Date: 2015-07-14 11:16 am (UTC)But most houses built these days have lawns the size of a postage stamp, so croquet would be out of the question.
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Date: 2015-07-14 11:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-14 09:22 pm (UTC)