Strange yellow thing has appeared


In the sky, which is now blue and I am considering taking off my fleece.

The potatoes, sprouts, Purple Sprouting and onions are all in and perking up. The bedding plants (tarts) are dotted here and there.


O who can speak his joys when spring's young morn
From wood and pasture opened from his view,
When tender green buds blush upon the thorn
And the first primrose dips its leaves in dew:
Each varied charm how joyed would he pursue,
Tempted to trace their beauties throught the day
Grey-girdled eve and morn of rosy hue
Have both beheld him on his lonely way
Far, far remote from boys and their unpleasing play.

From The Village Minstrel, by John Clare
picture by Warren Dennis
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3 comments:

Jon Cox said...

AWESOME ENTRY!
Great picture as well. :o)

Jules said...

Come we to the summer Weaz' !

Jon Cox said...

Thank you so much for your comment!
ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN SHOW MY WORK ON YOUR SITE! :o)
Go right ahead & ENJOY!
Thank you so much for asking! :o)