Join us to share some of the fun and vitality of the Parade this afternoon, Saturday 30th April, despite the date on the photos! It was brilliant to be able to be here this year and to get caught up in the excitement and jollity
Monthly Archives: April 2016
It was my brother’s birthday yesterday and he had his own google doodle!
Let me take you on a brief walk in Inman Park, Atlanta, taking in the mini libraries, some flowers and a sculpture.
Hush, little baby, don’t say a word,
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don’t sing,
Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass is broke,
Mama’s gonna buy you a billy goat,
And if that billy goat won’t pull,
Mama’s gonna buy you a cart and a bull.
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won’t bark,
Mama’s gonna buy you a horse and a cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down,
you’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.
Today’s poem is by Jenny Joseph, well known for her poem, ‘When I am an old woman’. I love the joy in this one and am lucky enough to feel like this about my man.
The sun has burst the sky
Because I love you
And the river its banks.
The sea laps the great rocks
Because I love you
And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away
And saying coldly ‘Constancy is not for you’.
The blackbird fills the air
Because I love you
With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns.
The people walk in the street and laugh
I love you
And far down the river ships sound their hooters
Crazy with joy because I love you.
in Just-spring when the world is mud-luscious the littlelame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
We have taken advantage of the sunshine to plant some seeds in the hope that they will germinate while we are away.
This seems an appropriate poem for today, April Morning by Sara Teasdale. I especially like the last two lines in the first stanza.
I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.
There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.
Today is Shakespeare’s birthday and, as it happens the 400th anniversary of his death. Some beautiful commemorative stamps have been issued in his honour and I just had to have a complete set of them.
On Monday we start our journey to America for a family visit and then a road trip from Atlanta through the Appalachian Mountains along the Blue Ridge Parkway into the Shenandoah Valley and then on to Washington. Am I excited? Oh yes! You can travel along with us through my blog if you would like to though I doubt I will be posting every day. So, today we had to go to the sea as we won’t be seeing the sea for three weeks.
I used to tell my dubious teenagers that love at first sight, or love at first sonnet as here, is really possible. It happened to us across a crowded room in October 1966 and we have been together ever since. I love how Romeo and Juliet begin to intertwine their words as their first love engulfs them.
|ROMEO||[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand|
|This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:|
|My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand|
|To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.|
|JULIET||Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,|
|Which mannerly devotion shows in this;|
|For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,|
|And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.|
|ROMEO||Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?|
|JULIET||Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.|
|ROMEO||O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;|
|They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.|
|JULIET||Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.|
|ROMEO||Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.|
My Sister-in-law sent me Shakespeare’s Obituary which was in The New York Times today. It is very entertaining. Thanks V.
This is sunset from our bedroom window looking through the trees toward St Ives, with just a small movement to make it abstract.
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This month, I am accompanying each post with a poem to acknowledge National Poetry Month. As this photo is of the sun, here I give you another favourite, this one being by John Donne – a love song,
The Sun Rising
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late schoolboys and sour ‘prentices,
Go tell court huntsmen that the King will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shoulds’t thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
Whether both th’Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me?
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, ‘All here in one bed lay.’
She’s all states, and all princes, I;
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here, to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.
My next post will be in honour of Shakespeare whose birthday it is today. It is also 400 years since his death, on the day that he became 52.
Catching up with a fellow blogger, Unexpectedincommonhours, I found this delightful video which sums up my philosophy too. As she says, it may be a children’s song, but it is a good way to live. Debs also had this quotation – perfect. Thank you.
I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition. (Martha Washington)