I have had a very relaxing weekend, never got round to do all the chores I mentioned last week, just chilled and spent time with my husband, it was too wet to go into the garden anyway. I finished Humpty Dumpty and his wall, knitting that is, just need to make up and stuff, I did go out for the stuffing yesterday. I just couldn't sit with idle hands last night so started another jacket, ah well, happy now. I am now searching for alphabet and number templates for my sewing, have found a couple of places on-line, but if anyone has any suggestions please let me know, I did look in Hobbycraft when I was getting the stuffing but to no avail.
In the autumn I told you about the squirrels burying food for the winter, now they are busily digging it back up bit by bit, they seem to go the exact spot, make a small hole and then sit there eating before moving to another spot, amazingly re-filling the hole they have just made. How do they know, they don't stop and sniff the air or anything like that, just scamper across and dig. Our two robins, have been around all winter so far, but are becoming much more frequent and noisier and venturing towards the back of the house hoping for scraps, which of course they get. When I made my muesli the other day I kept some back to feed the small birds, and they seem to love it.
We had a lovely new moon last night and it brought to mind a poem by Walter de la Mare called Silever and that is my offering today. I hope you like it
Thank you for joining me and reading my ambling missive, I look forward to joining you again tomorrow, and have a lovely day wherever in the world you are.
We had a lovely new moon last night and it brought to mind a poem by Walter de la Mare called Silever and that is my offering today. I hope you like it
Thank you for joining me and reading my ambling missive, I look forward to joining you again tomorrow, and have a lovely day wherever in the world you are.
Silver
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Walter de la Mare
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