The weather has been atrocious here on the Norfolk coast. I have been unable to start the rough digging on the beds that are empty. I usually dig all the beds over at this time of the year and dig in some compost to rot down over the winter.
I will be planting some over-winter Onions, Garlic and probably some more Broad Beans when the weather gets better. There is a lot of clearing up to do, mostly weeds and plants that have finished their cycle of growth. I will have to cut down all the raspberry canes that have now finished fruiting and burn them. A very sad time of the year really the weather gets ever more depressing and the dark mornings, with shorter days are upon us.
I now get great satisfaction by remembering the wonderful gardening year we have enjoyed and planning for next years planting~
Meanwhile memories are made of this~~~
I will be planting some over-winter Onions, Garlic and probably some more Broad Beans when the weather gets better. There is a lot of clearing up to do, mostly weeds and plants that have finished their cycle of growth. I will have to cut down all the raspberry canes that have now finished fruiting and burn them. A very sad time of the year really the weather gets ever more depressing and the dark mornings, with shorter days are upon us.
I now get great satisfaction by remembering the wonderful gardening year we have enjoyed and planning for next years planting~
Meanwhile memories are made of this~~~
Birdsong
Dawn breaks on a mist dampy day
Frost fills the air and colours the parkway,
January shadows, loom and recede
Not a sound to shatter the icy mead.
Then, a deep throated sonata from a nearby bush
A fusion of birdsong to break the hush
Rising and falling to colour the morning
A Blackbird song signals a new day dawning.
The rich fluty quality, the tuneful sound
Resounds and is heard for miles around
This natural symphony is a beautiful warning,
A territorial stakeout, he is seriously performing.
He whistles and warbles sweet sound in profusion,
Smooth trilling notes with melody in perfect fusion,
My eyes narrow in the cold morning light
To catch sight of the songster before he takes flight.
The silence seems melodic and richly outspoken,
Then, the smooth flow of notes is suddenly broken,
A cry of alarm sounds, wings flap with a whir
The Blackbird flies from the danger of feathers or fur.
His natural defense against Man, Feline or Hawk,
Against the danger of attack or predatory stalk,
He will surely return when the threat is gone,
Safety beckons and he will take up his song.
A melody of love and careful protection
Of his territory, his nest after careful selection.
The beautiful warning resumes, a mass of sound,
Tuneful, melodic with a clarity profound.
Lifting my spirits, all danger is past
I return to my allotment, and take up my task.
I turn the soil, suddenly with a whir of wing
A blackbird arrives for food for his offspring.
Poem by John Yeo © 28/08/2013 All rights reserved.
Frost fills the air and colours the parkway,
January shadows, loom and recede
Not a sound to shatter the icy mead.
Then, a deep throated sonata from a nearby bush
A fusion of birdsong to break the hush
Rising and falling to colour the morning
A Blackbird song signals a new day dawning.
The rich fluty quality, the tuneful sound
Resounds and is heard for miles around
This natural symphony is a beautiful warning,
A territorial stakeout, he is seriously performing.
He whistles and warbles sweet sound in profusion,
Smooth trilling notes with melody in perfect fusion,
My eyes narrow in the cold morning light
To catch sight of the songster before he takes flight.
The silence seems melodic and richly outspoken,
Then, the smooth flow of notes is suddenly broken,
A cry of alarm sounds, wings flap with a whir
The Blackbird flies from the danger of feathers or fur.
His natural defense against Man, Feline or Hawk,
Against the danger of attack or predatory stalk,
He will surely return when the threat is gone,
Safety beckons and he will take up his song.
A melody of love and careful protection
Of his territory, his nest after careful selection.
The beautiful warning resumes, a mass of sound,
Tuneful, melodic with a clarity profound.
Lifting my spirits, all danger is past
I return to my allotment, and take up my task.
I turn the soil, suddenly with a whir of wing
A blackbird arrives for food for his offspring.
Poem by John Yeo © 28/08/2013 All rights reserved.
My friend the Blackbird stops work
Copyright by John Yeo © 28/08/2013 All rights reserved.
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