Thank you Janette, Branislav & Benjamin, from Slovakia for this lovely poem:
Happiness is in the air
And everyone is glad to share
Those very special moments when
Easter’s joys are here again!
April 21, 2011
Happy Easter!
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December 8, 2010
Time to bring in Mistletoe
When is the right time to bring in mistletoe for Christmas?
Mistletoe dries up in a warm room, but it will last for 2 or 3 weeks if it is kept cool. So leave it in the porch and bring it into the house in Christmas week.
twig-mistletoe
Hang the mistletoe in doorways:
- to ward off evil spirits
- to create a bottleneck so everyone is channeled through & has to walk under the mistletoe. Anyone walking under the mistletoe has to be kissed!!
- “Pick a berry off the mistletoe
For every kiss that’s given.
When the berries have all gone
There’s an end to kissing.”
Christmas is the time to bring in the mistletoe!
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December 4, 2010
November poem
November has gone, but this poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth cheered me up when I came in from the snow, as darkness crept in!
November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.
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October 12, 2010
The wonder of the world……
Most gardeners consider ‘the wonder of the world’ from time to time, and they would probably agree with BB (Denys Watkins-Pichford) that the full quotation below is a suitable epitaph:
- The wonder of the world
- The beauty and the power,
- The shapes of things,
- Their colours, lights and shades,
- These I saw.
- Look ye also while life lasts.
The quotation appeared in all BB’s books as well as on his tombstone. He developed a great love of nature from an early age when he roamed the countryside around his home, Lamport Vicarage in Northamptonshire.
The verse was copied from a tombstone in a north-country churchyard by his father.
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February 8, 2010
Garden Poem
This poem written by Rod Whitworth is on the garden gate at the start of the poetry trail at Nostell Priory
