Lacy Lilac


A drift of lacy

Lilac mingled with purple;

Unfurling tiny

Twirling petals, butterflies

Sit on pungent pillows.

The troubadour



The troubadour seeks hellibores

As his muse,

He visualises a heart wreath made of

Velvet warm petals,  meek rose pink

Twinkling  flowers and snow whites in fine fettle:

A delicate meander of pattern and colour.

From his medieval stone garret,

He weaves his words of love and valour.

Cherishing our summer dreams


When grey rainy days

Seem endless, we mourn

From dawn;

Lingering on lush chamomile edged lawns,

On well worn comfy chairs

Making endless dainty daisy chains,

Retiring to take tea in the  tent before feeling faint.

Warm bread slices spread with butter,

Hearts a flutter;

Ripe strawberries gushing with cream!

Forever cherishing our summer dreams.


Have a lovely week everyone.  🙂

 

 

Yesterday we had a gorgeous walk in Ampthill Great Park. It felt chilly and I wondered if it would rain, however after a while the sky looked an entcing intense blue, reminiscent of hot July days and my poem was born as we walked!

There are still plenty of brambles ripe and dripping from the hedgerows, the haws are blood red and sloes are growing plumper! I’ve seen a few butterflies and bees, sounding more anxious in their work, before the days get cooler. In the Park are lots of Sweet Chestnut trees, ripe with their spiky balls dangling down. The crab apple trees look the best so I think I’ll be back for more foraging!

Swathes of summer blooms


Swathes of summer blooms,

so soon their petals will crumple and fade.

For many more sultry days,  bees will  bathe and tumble in pollen,

And many of us will loll about entranced by their hypnotic tune. 

Golden Rose


A golden rose entices your nose,

closer to Iits glowing heart.

A sniff of summer apricot tart,

Smiling barley corn fields

And high fluttering larks,

Lulling you out of the dark.
This beautiful rose was planted in spring and is happily flowering, delighting hearts. 🙂

Celebration of summer 


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It is our first summer at Brown Hare cottage and time to celebrate our beautiful garden. It has progressed from a bramble wildeness to an abundance of cottage flowers, borders, a veg plot and a small orchard. Time to have a celebration and toast our glasses of Elderflower cordial to our first summer. May there be many more…we are not going to move house again. Enjoy and blessings. 🙂

Luxurious Tulips


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Luxurious Tulips
Like dancers’ rippling tunics;
Their hips swivelling and
Hands twizzling hoops
Which swoop, cascading to tunes
Played on pixie flutes.

Periwinkles Twinkling


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A sprinkling of lavender jewels twinkle;
Periwinkles’ are fairies tools,
Wound on earth’s spindles,
Into wedding bedding
With rose quartz runes.
As newly weds sleep,
Their dreams steep
Together so they are bound
Peacefully forever.

Tick tock dandelion clock


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Tick tock Dandelion clock.
Seeds of Thyme and memories like a good wine.
Tompion’s cottage garden is where clock enthusiasts flock:
Little Tom Thumb swings from pendulums of spider’s thread,
Landing in a beautifully scented pink flowery bed.

I have been fascinated by this lovely old cottage for some time,so this morning as I drove past it, the golden early morning sunshine lit up the ravishing cottage garden so beautifully that I had to stop and take this photo. Tompion’s cottage at Ickwell Green, in Bedfordshire, England is very important part of Bedfordshire’s heritage and in fact England’s too. Thomas Tompion was the father of English Clockmakers and watchmakers (born c 1639and died 1713). He was buried in Westminster Abbey,London. The cottage was his home and is now maintained by the Worshipful Company of Clockmakers. His prestigious clocks are still fully operational today.
I hope you enjoy with me in his garden!

Calming Cowslips


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Calming cowslips,
A remedy of old:
Sip three spoonfuls of flowers
Steeped in a powerful mead.

Time for a bountiful spring we’re told.
Yellow fairy bells in sparkling ruby finery,
Tinkling on a breezy evening
As golden sunshine winks and leaves.