In memory of a war veteran 'Tis a plant that will see the Spring soon to be remembering the war that shaped Britain as a country and her veterans who all made history especially remembered in the winter of November. Now January and legends forever. A legendary conversation and a coffee with memories made every smile genuine, forgetting imaginary forgeries. Time to think of planting timeless hedges. Never forgotten. Always legendary, present. Now, as the season changes. The legend lives on. (c) Nature Thoughts nw
(c) nature thoughts nw The clock was right at 10. It didn't falter at 11. It went steadily onwards past midnight 'til it got to 7. The frame stayed in place on the wall. Within poised plants unperplexed, positioned paced, assuming and at peace. Taking centre space, both frame and plants make the time go at a steady pace past nine towards the morning dawn, in time for breakfast. (c) nature thoughts nw
(c) nature thoughts nw I'm in Spring in January. Warm greens and flowers in the frost of mid winter, reminds me of a cool climate that changes suddenly. Doesn't change to a day in Spring. The cool wind snaps like a branch on a cold day, icicles cascade over frozen puddles crunching beneath gripped soles. The sun shines as it does in Spring. The wind is present in the sharp Wintery air gliding through layers of clothing and sends cold signals throughout my entire being. (c) nature thoughts nw
(c) nature thoughts nw Christmas Past Christmas was Mild. Winter's dawn. The day was Calm. As still as the Holly in ivy torn. This was the day Announced. That dinner was with cranberry sauce, specially made for A family occasion Unannounced. When friends gather at noon On the day that came Pre announced. Songs sung in voices joined Throughout the day Echoing laughter. More brussel sprouts Double servings. Into the evening Puddings as afters. Monopoly, next to jam roly poly. On a plate with custard or ice cream. Next to the Holly and the Ivy. (c) nature thoughts nw
(c) nature thoughts NW Hop scotch, between the Autumn shapes stretch in between winter's rage. The leaves, shapes and leveraged against. Crops heaped, Before me I sway. (c) nature thoughts NW
Thought of the week: December is when we think of cheery thoughts but if you were tested 365 days, every year, how do you react? (via grassclothwallpaper.net)