Elspeth Thompson Photo: Andrew Crowley
Note: The Telegraph reports that death was by her own hand – this is so terribly upsetting.
Elspeth Thompson, the much-loved gardening and interiors writer for The Sunday Telegraph who has died aged 48, had a particular talent for bringing beauty to the places where she lived, no matter how unpromising those places first appeared. rest at THE TELEGAPH
a lovely tribute by Justine Picardie
adapted from the Celtic by Thomas A Clark
May the best hour of the day be yours.
May luck go with you from hill to sea.
May you stand against the prevailing wind.
May no forest intimidate you.
May you look out from your own eyes.
May near and far attend you.
May you bathe your face in the sun’s rays.
May you have milk, cream, substance.
May your actions be effective.
May your thoughts be affective.
May you will both the wild and the mild.
May you sing the lark from the sky.
May you place yourself in circumstance.
May you be surrounded by goldfinches.
May you pause among alders.
May your desire be infinite.
May what you touch be touched.
May the company be less for your leaving.
May you walk alone beneath the stars.
May your embers still glow in the morning.
(this was one of her favorites)
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