We have been given some beautiful thank you presents today – some Blue Tulip bulbs from Amsterdam for feeding the cats next door (always a pleasure) and I shall plant them tomorrow.
The other lovely present was a big bunch of home-grown grapes for lending our travel cot to another friend and neighbour for a big family gathering.
I heard the last two lovely lines of this poem by W B Yeats on the radio today in a tribute to Terry Wogan, from a poem I didn’t know and had to look up. Here it is, hope you like it as much as I do.
The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,Because a fire was in my head,And cut and peeled a hazel wand,And hooked a berry to a thread;And when white moths were on the wing,And moth-like stars were flickering out,I dropped the berry in a streamAnd caught a little silver trout.When I had laid it on the floorI went to blow the fire a-flame,But something rustled on the floor,And someone called me by my name:It had become a glimmering girlWith apple blossom in her hairWho called me by my name and ranAnd faded through the brightening air.Though I am old with wanderingThrough hollow lands and hilly lands,I will find out where she has gone,And kiss her lips and take her hands;And walk among long dappled grass,And pluck till time and times are done,The silver apples of the moon,The golden apples of the sun.
