Fresh Shoots From The Earth & New Beginnings

Oh Dear!.........what can the matter be?

I deleted me "Jottings"........oh what a Saturday!

Sitting here blindly.........without any spectacles;

(They were hidin' in one of the bathroom receptacles);

Bored out of me brain..........what brain you may ask?

Decided in me wisdom to get on wiv a task:

If I deleted an odd entry, with lots of rubbishy pics,

I'd gain FTP space - for "Jottings from the Sticks".

Squintin' at edit buttons - nose to the screen,

Suddenly I realised and let out a scream!!

The entry deleted, along wiv journal as well;

This was the ultimate AOL hell!

Had ter blame someone - I can't be that daft?

If I hadn't a cried - I think I'd 'ave laughed.

Just as everyfing was looking far less than rosy,

'Twas then I thought of - "Ye Olde English Posy".

Although this is a new journal, I'm still the same old me, and would like Ye Olde English Posy, to remain on much the same lines as my dear departed "Jottings". Welcome back folks.



Where's Spring? I took the above pic Tuesday morning, on a little jaunt around the country lanes. It was a biting wind and trying to snow as I got back into the car. The lack of fresh green shoots and early Spring flowers, has turned March into a dreary drudge. Roll on April, Easter, and hopefully that rare phenomenon, a few warm sunny days. When that happens, housework will become a swear word here, and I'll take off with the camera to capture Nature's awakening.

My Posy for Mother's Day

There's a lovely custom inmy village, dating back many years: All the mums and grandmums in the parish receive a small posy, which are arranged by members of the church congregation.

Changes are afoot, which I'm very anxious about. Caring for hubby has finally taken too much of a toll on my own health. On Wednesday I made the difficult decision to ask for help, and to hand over some of the responsibilty, of hubby's care, to others. I will always remain his carer, wouldn't have it any other way; but the situation here must change - for both our sakes. I don't know what those changes will involve, until a meeting has been set up with the appropriate people. It's very hard letting go, but I truly have no choice.



The Spring comes in with all her hues and smells,

In freshness breathing over hills and dells;

O'er woods where May her gorgeous drapery flings,

And meads washed fragrant by their laughing springs.

Fresh are new opened flowers, untouched and free

From the bold rifling of the amorous bee.

The happy time of singing birds has come,

And Love's lone pilgrimage now finds a home.

Among the mossy oaks now coos the dove,

And the horse crow finds softer notes for love.

The foxes play around their dens, and bark

In joy's excess, mid woodland shadows dark.

The flowers join lips below; the leaves above;

And every sound that meets the ear is Love.

John Clare (1793-1864)



Thank you for calling in, the welcome mat will be left at the door. Take care folks, keep well and be happy.