The story...

...behind this blog's name...


A favourite poem and a gardener for a father.


When night stirred at sea

And the fire brought a crown in,

they say that her beauty

Was music in mouth

And few in the candlelight

Thought her too proud,

For the house of the planter

Is known by the trees.

Men that had seen her

Drank deep and were silent,

The women were speaking

Wherever she went -

As a bell that is rung

Or a wonder told shyly,

And O she was the Sunday

In every week.

The Planter's Daughter- Austin Clarke