Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Taken from Collected Poems, Edward Thomas, pub. Faber & Faber 1936.
October 2011, I had trapped everyone in the kitchen to help me name my new Etsy shop. A pile of books on the table and on top was The Fox in the Attic by Richard Hughes, a good contender we thought but turned out to be in use on Etsy already. After listing a variety of beasts and the places they might hang out, none of which rolled lightly off the tongue, I picked up the second book in the pile and Edward Thomas offered the perfect solution.
Naming can be tricky. When I was not much taller than a parrot standing on a bulldog’s back I was particularly fickle with the names I handed out; apart from Suzie and Cuddly made by my mum, I would happily change the names of all my toys as and when I felt necessary.
When it came to babies the staff in SCBU became increasingly astonished during our two week stay as Baby 1 and Baby 2 remained anonymous. In our defence they were 6 weeks early and I didn’t want to repeat the mistakes of my youth. Baby 3 arrived 30 minutes before his due date and was named in our own time.
Pets have been named in a variety of ways, the first was after a painter, the most recent was renamed, by me, as we pulled away from his previous home. Harsh I know but a much better fit.
Thank you Edward Thomas.