Happy Easter!

Ginger lily from Hunte's Gardens

It’s a time for new life to be celebrated. For flowering things to put out their most glorious display.

Down here in the southern hemisphere, we’re drifting into autumn, but are still blessed with colour, scent and lush foliage. In the northern hemisphere, you’re looking for buds, the first green growth, spring flowers and baby animals.  We both have beauty to enjoy.

I’ll be back on track soon with the blog, but until I get my sewing machine back, I don’t have a whole heap to show.  The garden is   beginning to get ready for the dry season, a good time for me to plant and plan, so look out for more of that.

Have a very happy Easter, whether it’s a religious celebration for you or simply a marker of the changing seasons and a welcome break from bad weather.

Words Under Pressure #17

Every migrant knows that no matter how wonderful the new life, the new home is, there are some things which still tug at the heart’s memory.  Here are some of mine.

And I Miss…

English spring mornings, fresh and green,
The first primroses, honeysuckle blowing gusts
Of lavish perfume under my night-time window,
The triumphant morning song of blackbirds,
The tender baby-gold of new oak leaves,
The promise of release from daytime darkness.

Ease of body on warm summer afternoons,
The haze of bluebells in the cool scented woods.
Wild roses and raspberries in the hedgerow,
Pimms with strawberries and cream.
Sun without scorching, dry without drought,
Endless childhood summer days.

Blackberry baskets loaded, then jars of jam,
Late apples picked from September trees,
The shouting, glorious gold of beech trees turning,
Squirrels in the walnut tree, starlings swarming,
The high V of geese heading south, distant honking.
Nature tucking herself into bed.

Christmas in wintertime, log fires, apple scented.
A sleeping world snug under a thick white blanket.
Flannel pyjamas, cosy woollen socks.
Stark-black trees laced with frost against grey sky,
Deer running in car headlights, early lambs.
The sun at rest, the world restoring itself.

Tomorrow, we’ll be on the road. I’m taking the new camera in the hope that something in the next 6 days will be worth a photo or two, but I’m not holding my breath, the weather’s a bit sordid. Anyway, I’ll post again when I get back.  Meanwhile, I’ll be eagerly reading your posts, so get cracking!