Rest easy, Flora …
27/02/2017 § 9 Comments
My darling Flora Puddleduck went to sleep today. I’m heartbroken but take some comfort from knowing that she had a wonderful life and was so much loved and well looked after every day of her little life. She’d have been 6 this Spring.
A while ago I did a post about her here with links to some of my favourite posts. When my husband passed away and I didn’t want to blog, I spoke through Flora who became my guest blogger. She’s been a constantly cheerful garden companion, a feisty character and a charming member of our family who has regarded me as her Mother Duck, since she first spied me that morning in Cornwall when she was a tiny, newly hatched scrap of feather and beak.
I’ll look back through the hundreds photos of her one day but it’s too soon at the moment. Today, the garden seems very quiet without her quiet quacking whenever I venture outside. She used to quack a louder greeting whenever I drew up in the car and Belle has been looking for her in all her secret places this afternoon.
This poem will always be a poignant reminder of my darling Flora Puddleduck …
With a bit of luck, a duck will come into your life.
When you are at the peak of your great powers
And your achievement towers like a smoking chimney stack
There’ll be a quack,
And right at your feet, a little duck will stand.
She will take you by the hand and lead you,
Like a child with no defence;
She will lead you into wisdom, joy and innocence.
That little duck.
We wish you luck.
Night, night Flora