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.
calvin
October 8, 2016 at 2:23 am
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head…..that’s Rite
Grapes. Delicious.
I have been eating them off the vine for the last couple weeks.
mybeautfulthings
October 8, 2016 at 7:00 am
We have never tasted grapes so good! Nothing like the ones we buy, sweet and like a burst of Chardonnay over the tongue.🙂
Grannymar
September 28, 2016 at 8:24 am
Terry Wogan brought joy to our radio listening in Ireland, long before he crossed the channel to the BBC.
I often heard of ‘Red roses for a blue lady’, but blue tulips are a new one on me. May the give years of pleasure.
mybeautfulthings
September 28, 2016 at 1:47 pm
He brought much joy to many, many listeners – had such an easy style that made all listeners feel he was talking just to them alone. I’ll let you see the Blue tulips in the Spring! 🙂
Patti Van Tuyl
September 28, 2016 at 3:12 am
Lovely poem by Yeats. Thanks for sharing. With regard to the tulips, I didn’t know they could be blue. I’ve had a lifelong love of blue tulips, thinking they were unattainable.
mybeautfulthings
September 28, 2016 at 7:29 am
We shall see how blue they are in six months or so! I didn’t know they could be blue either…… 🙂