Seasons in the Sun.
Rarely in England is Spring considered a season in the sun. Spring 2020 was an exception and along with Lockdown I think I’m going to miss it.
I stole the title from a 1973 song Seasons in the Sun which is a pretty melancholic song. In the 1973 iteration by Terry Jacks it is sung from the perspective of a man who knows he is about to die, he says goodbye to those close to him.
The original version by Jaques Brel was also melancholic, but told from the perspective of a man whose heart is broken by his best friend having an affair with his wife . The man with the broken heart believes he will die of it.
For those of you with an interest in Cardiology there is a broken heart condition called Takotsubo Syndrome.
Anecdotally people do present with all the symptoms of a heart attack and are seen in a Cath Lab days after someone they love has passed away. On rare occasions after their loved one has attended the same Cath Lab.
The link below is to the original song.
The 1973 version of the song became anthemic in my small Essex town during the seventies, when two teenage boys were killed in a road accident. The link below is the Terry Jacks version, should you care to share my earworm.
Today I was earwormed as I cut down and disposed of the poppies and alliums that lit up the days of spring. The poppies in particular became a local landmark. Which is in part why they have had to go. They were looking pretty shabby this morning.
They will live on in other gardens next year.
So much pondering from clearing a rough area of its faded poppies.
The alliums also took a one way trip to the compost bin.
Both can show off one last time to finish off this blog.
We had joy,
We had fun,
We had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed,
Were just seasons out of time.