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Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Sunday, 13 September 2020

Sunday 13th September

 Two Weeks

On 1st September I was picked up by my son and daughter-in-law to take me back to Thames Ditton to stay with them for a few days.

On the way we we stopped at Stonehenge, Anneka had previously booked like you have to do these days.  Not quite the same as when I went in the 1960s, then there was just a car park, a tea wagon and you could stand and play on the stones. Now there is a visitors centre, a shop, huts to look at and mile and half walk to the stones, or there is bus with a narrative as you look out of the bus window.



The stones are still great to see, and there is even a face watching all...



The following day Robert and I did some errands and took a tranquil walk home

When we got back I booked an appointment to go into Creative Quilting.  I did not spend much just some fabric for a couple of projects but whilst in there I saw a lovely simple quilt which I stored in my memory as I felt it inappropriate to take a photo.  


My version of a quilt I saw

I wasn't in there an hour and too early to sit around to meet my son so I popped into a cafe and had a cup of tea and wrote some good luck cards to my grandchildren for going back to school.  One had made herself sick worrying as she was going to the "big school".

Met up with Robert and we strolled around the grounds,  The main gardens were closed as they were preparing for a sports car auction, but they opened  the gardens the public don't normally see and the Kings Dining room which was the way to the exit.



This made me laugh - it just says it all!



on the entrance gates are a Lion and Unicorn, like most little girls my granddaughter is into unicorns so I took my life into my hands and took a photo of the entrance gates........

The lion and the unicorn
Were fighting for the crown
The lion beat the unicorn
All around the town.

Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum cake
and drummed them out of town.

And when he had beat him out,
He beat him in again;
He beat him three times over,
His power to maintain.


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“The Lion and the Unicorn” have been part of the United Kingdom history since 1603 when Scotland and England were unified.

Even before James I of England unified the two kingdoms, they were already symbols in their Royal Arms, two lions being emblem of England while two unicorns were standing for Scotland.

Since 1603 the Lion and the Unicorn are elements in the Royal coat of arms of the United Kingdom, standing for the the unification of the two kingdoms.

The unicorn is a legendary creature, sometimes depicted as a white horse with a horn in the middle of its forehead. Legends describe this horn as having miraculous powers: cure diseases, cleanses evil, giving life.

The lion is a respected, valued and even defied animal in some cultures. Its identity as a symbol of power dates back 5,000 years. The lion’s mane is a royal symbol being often compared with the sun rays.

“The Lion and the Unicorn” is traditional nursery rhyme telling the story of the enmity and the fight of suzerainty of the two kingdoms, the lion and the unicorn being symbols of their power and dominance.

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Friday we stayed in.  I had taken patchwork and knitting to do and Robert did some work

The next day we all went to Waverley Abbey.  We had a picnic lunch under the only part of the ruin that had a bit of a roof, then we strolled round the abbey, then to a nearby pub which had a lovely spaced garden for a cool drink







I thought this tree was great with some of it's roots above ground

The following day was home time.  I spent a week in isolation*, my friend did my shopping and the highlight of the week was to watch the "Game of Skips"

It was fascinating to watch!

They put the full skip and put it into the empty skip which was on the back of the transporter.



Picked up the two skips together from the transporter, placed them back on the drive together, 


then swapped the chains over and picked up the full skip again and placed it back on the transporter,



covered it and drove away.

*I put myself into isolation just as a precaution




Sunday, 3 May 2020

Sunday 3rd May

Week Six

A week when I didn't feel like doing anything. a week when I couldn't get motivated. 
It was the week my darling husband passed away last year from a brain tumour. 
A verse from this poem was read at his funeral.

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


 W. H. Auden


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Everybody who has a garden I'm sure has been gardening, planted flowers to watch grow.  
The lawns are being mowed regularly looking neat.
My garden is looking quite bare after two years of neglect. I've been pulling weeds, and these weeds were not flowers just in the wrong place!




The Three Cornered Leek was bullying and taking over the garden so I may enjoy the garden next year but I did buy some "posh" Tulips from the flower show at Taunton last year.



I am concentrating on the front garden as that is the part everyone see first.



I went for a walk in the fine rain Wednesday morning. 
Saw these pretty flowers in the hedgerow on my walk

Lady's Smock in the hedgerow

Lady's Smock in the hedgerow
English Country Garden
How many kinds of sweet flowers grow

In an English country garden?
We'll tell you now of some that we know
Those we miss you'll surely pardon
Daffodils, heart's ease and flox
Meadowsweet and lady smocks
Gentain, lupine and tall hollihocks
Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, blue forget-me-nots
In an English country garden
How many insects come here and go

In an English country garden?
We'll tell you now of some that we know
Those we miss you'll surely pardon
Fireflies, moths, gnats and bees
Spiders climbing in the trees
Butterflies drift in the gentle breeze
There are snakes, ants that sting
And other creeping things
In an English country garden
How many songbirds fly to and fro

In an English country garden?
We'll tell you now of some that we know
Those we miss you'll surely pardon
Bobolink, cuckoo and quail
Tanager and cardinal
Bluebird, lark, thrush and nightingale
There is joy in the spring
When the birds begin to sing
In an English country garden
(Some of the birds and insects are not English but we will forgive that......won't we....?)



Sunday, 26 April 2020

Sunday 25th April

Week Five

Another week of doing whatever.........
What have you been doing?

I had another walk into town to collect medication and pay my credit card.  
I've even had fish and chips home delivery which was lovely as I didn't have to prepare a meal for myself.

Home Delivery - very yummy!
Sorry going to have a moan...........

I went to take a photo of the black bin in my garden, put there by my neighbour.  He had a delivery of cement and wood and obviously just put it there temporarily - three days later it was still there, his wife walked past it twice!  I was a bit cross as he does take liberties.  I took the photo really to show my family. You see we previously had a really awful neighbour who used to swear out of the window at me and other people so I'm quite wary of what is happening.  (I had to involve the police with the previous neighbour).  As I did so a woman walked past and knew exactly what I was doing, taking photos.  The dog stopped and the woman extended her dog's lead and just kept walking.  Just see her head far left by dark car.  After she disappeared I went out to check to see what I was left, luckily the dog just watered the dandelion.  Mind you I have haven't seen her walk past since!


I finished this this week.  I do have to have to say I do feel proud of myself only because I actually finished it!

Patchwork of the Crosses

The Patchwork of the Crosses.  
Block of the month from Sew and Quilt.  This quilt got me through a lot over the last two years.
1st July 2018 I started the January box.    I cut out fabric and took the templates on the 7am bus every morning, an hour and half journey for about three months visiting my husband whilst he was in hospital.  The day he was discharged my dad went into hospital.  I finished the quilt top by Christmas 2018.


2019 a fun year..... NOT!  
My dad passed away in February followed ten weeks later by my darling husband but I kept calm and carried on..... I bought some wadding and and a king size sheet for the backing.  I carefully pinned the layers together on my friend's kitchen table November 2019 and then hand quilted around each cross.  I didn't want to rush the quilting and actually just finished it this week. 
My lovely friend Val offered to wash it for me and hung it on her line.  I was able the take a photo of the quilt in her beautiful garden.



The bright acid yellow Laburnum flowers made full appearance yesterday afternoon as it always does this time of year for two weeks.  
(Such a very pretty tree, but the whole tree is poisonous)

The Song of the Laburnum Fairy
by Cicely Mary Barker

All Laburnum's
Yellow flowers
Hanging think 
In happy showers.-
Look at them!
The reason plain
Why folks call them
"Golden Rain"!
"Golden Chains"!
They call them too.
Swinging there
Against the blue.




Sunday, 5 April 2020

Sunday 5th April

Week Two

Moan first - sorry.........
They have stopped collecting the garden waste bin, and garden centres are closed so all that is left is to cut the grass and weed but the garden bins are not being collected.  Just going around in circles!  I did cut the grass..............  dread to think what the garden bin will smell like after a few really hot days and grass cuttings and the Three Cornered Leek I've been pulling up.  The Leek has taken over the front and back gardens.  They've been in the garden spreading for far too long!  I thought gardening was good for mental health........
I will cut the grass more regularly from now on and just leave the cuttings on the grass.  It s just the grass was very long and this was its second cut.
Sorry for rant!

Three Cornered Leek

Three Cornered leek is edible but there is so much of it in my garden.......

Something from nothing lunch.  
In the fridge there was a mushroom stir-fry and bacon.  Cupboard tin of pineapple.  Chips and peas from the freezer.
This cooked in the time it took to cook the chips.


Layer half of the pack of the mushroom stir-fry in a dish.
(I used the lid of a casserole dish)


Cover the stir-fry with the bacon as if it was a pastry top.


.......and very tasty it was too!

I made lemon muffins yesterday for myself and my friend Jane who has been shopping for me.  I feel guilty about her going shopping, but she says she is happy to go. 

I tried one straight from the oven!

For those of you who like poetry, I put a poem on my blog yesterday  
As it made me think we do have time now........  
And there is a poem on Simone's blog too, worth a read

I passed this wall the other day when I went to the letter-box!






Friday, 3 April 2020

Friday 3rd April

Think we have time now...............................




WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

W.H. Davies




Sunday, 1 March 2020

1st March

Happy St. David's Day

..........Daffodils made by me..........

From ‘Under Milk Wood’
Every morning when I wake,
Dear Lord, a little prayer I make,
O please do keep Thy lovely eye
On all poor creatures born to die


And every evening at sun-down
I ask a blessing on the town,
For whether we last the night or no
I’m sure is always touch-and-go.



We are not wholly bad or good
Who live our lives under Milk Wood,
And Thou, I know, wilt be the first
To see our best side, not our worst.



O let us see another day!
Bless us all this night, I pray,
And to the sun we all will bow
And say, good-bye – but just for now!
Dylan Thomas