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Toadstools, First Bluebell and A Poem

Found in the garden of some lovely friends…..

Primroses and Toadstools

Leaving their place, I spotted my first Bluebell of the year, just about to open, beside the stream in the village.

First Bluebell by a stream

We thought Spring had arrived but, as is the nature of April, today has been full of showers (and a bitter wind.) Spring really is coming, see above. Here is a poem, by Sara Teasdale, that sums up April rather well.

April – Sara Teasdale

The roofs are shining from the rain.
The sparrows tritter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree–
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.

 

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New Dish, New Growth and A Poem for May

I’m working my way through my new cook-book by the Hemsley sisters and tonight it was Moroccan Chicken, so colourful in the making and delicious in the tasting, served with cauliflower rice and fresh spinach leaves. That’s certainly one to repeat.

Moroccan Chicken

Moroccan Chicken

I do love to see the poppy buds emerging and look forward to every stage of their blooming.

Poppy bud

Poppy bud

I’m hoping the night stays clear enough to see tonight’s full moon and that all our white flowers with be lit up by the moonlight.

May Night 

The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing – 
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.

by  Sara Teasdale

 

 

 

 

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April Morning, Seeds and Sara Teasdale

It is so lovely, on this April morning, to see the new green shoots everywhere. Despite the cold it seems that Spring has sprung. IMG_0112 IMG_0130

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I love how raindrops collect inside the new Lupin leaves. Zoom in on this one. It is truly beautiful.

We have taken advantage of the sunshine to plant some seeds in the hope that they will germinate while we are away.

Nigella, Cornflowers and Night Scented Stock seeds planted

Nigella, Cornflowers and Night Scented Stock seeds planted

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.

 

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Sara Teasdale, Beach Rules and A Cat

April is National Poetry Month, NaPoMo, and I aim to give you a new poem every day for this month. Here is a lovely April poem by Sara Teasdale,

Morning by Sara Teasdale

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.

This plaque caught my eye today.

Beach Rules

Beach Rules

Coming away from Pilates this morning, this pretty cat crossed my path.

 
 

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