No, said Aziraphale, it's ineffable.

As Algy surveyed his assistants’ garden from a branch of a silver birch tree, he noticed an interesting phenomenon on the ground some distance away. Fluttering over to that spot, Algy settled himself gently on the damp grass among the long autumn shadows, taking great care not to crush the myriad wee fungi which had sprung up beneath the trees.

Algy was fascinated by toadstools: they seemed to appear overnight for no apparent reason and quite often vanished again in an equally mysterious way. Although charming in their neat orange-brown dresses, these wee fungi were particularly modest and unassuming, and they reminded him of a quaint 19th century poem. Algy knew that many toads lived in his assistants’ garden, and he wondered whether that might perhaps account for the large number of toadstools…

There’s a thing that grows by the fainting flower,
And springs in the shade of the lady’s bower;
The lily shrinks, and the rose turns pale,
When they feel its breath in the summer gale,
And the tulip curls its leaves in pride,
And the blue-eyed violet starts aside;
But the lily may flaunt, and the tulip stare,
For what does the honest toadstool care?
She does not glow in a painted vest,
And she never blooms on the maiden’s breast;
But she comes, as the saintly sisters do,
In a modest suit of a Quaker hue.
And, when the stars in the evening skies
Are weeping dew from their gentle eyes,
The toad comes out from his hermit cell,
The tale of his faithful love to tell.

Oh, there is light in her lover’s glance,
That flies to her heart like a silver lance;
His breeches are made of spotted skin,
His jacket is tight, and his pumps are thin;
In a cloudless night you may hear his song,
As its pensive melody floats along,
And, if you will look by the moonlight fair,
The trembling form of the toad is there.

And he twines his arms round her slender stem,
In the shade of her velvet diadem;
But she turns away in her maiden shame,
And will not breathe on the kindling flame;
He sings at her feet through the livelong night,
And creeps to his cave at the break of light;
And whenever he comes to the air above,
His throat is swelling with baffled love.

Algy wishes you all a peaceful and happy weekend, and if you have a chance to wander in the woods, he hopes that you too may find some fascinating autumn fungi… but he says that if you are tempted to eat them, please be exceedingly careful 😀🍄😲🤯

[Algy is quoting the poem The Toadstool by the 19th century American poet Oliver Wendell Holmes.]

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Top: Frida Kahlo in traditional Tehuana dress

Bottom: Frida’s mother Matilde (circled) with her Oaxacan family, in traditional Tehuana dress

“Another factor contributing to the worldwide status of the Tehuana traje as the quintessential Mexican dress was the fact that the intricately embroidered huipils and skirts of Tehuana women were adopted by Frida Kahlo as her signature look. Frida resonated and identified easily with the dress for two reasons, firstly her mother Matilde was from Oaxaca and had been photographed as a child wearing the Tehuana dress alongside the rest of her family, and secondly because the traditional dress of the Tehuanas was known nationwide to be the trademark of the most independent and proud indigenous women in all of Mexico. For those reasons Frida painted many portraits of herself wearing the Tehuana traje, including; Self Portrait as a Tehuana 1943, Self Portrait 1948, My Dress Hangs There, Self Portrait with Loose Hair 1947, and Las Dos Fridas 1939, to name a few.” (source)

^ Self Portrait as a Tehuana, 1943 by Frida Kahlo

^ Self-Portrait 1948

^ The Two Fridas

This painting was completed shortly after her divorce with Diego Rivera. This portrait shows Frida’s two different personalities. One is the traditional Frida (on the left) in Tehuana costume, with a broken heart, sitting next to an independent, modern dressed Frida (on the right). In Frida’s dairy, she wrote about this painting and said it is originated from her memory of an imaginary childhood friend. Later she admitted it expressed her desperation and loneliness with the separation from Diego.

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