Friday, April 5

Wax wings at the Bay.

We took a trip up to the Bay this week. We were just about to leave the house when a twittering caught my attention. Looking up into the lovely lime tree outside the house ...were four pretty little buff coloured birds with slightly forked tails and a bit of colour on the head.
So back  down the motorway and into the summer house, I looked up my bird list by the knowledgeable Simon Barnes and there it was ....Wax Wings.....Excited.
This is the tree last autumn...






.....A giving tree whatever the season.


Obviously lots of goodies in the tree for these little fellows.

(This pic from the Daily Mail)

Wednesday, April 3

A Poem for Thursday....dVerse week 90



Tea in The Garden

Sometimes tea was taken in the garden
A starched white cloth edged with lace
Thrown over a green baize card table
A cake iced with chocolate, proud on a plate
On a fine china plate in the middle of the table
Baked to keep our young energies up.

Four hard chairs brought out from the dining room
No garden chairs for us in those days.
Hot brewed tea poured like  golden liquor
From a shiny silver pot and sloshed into china cups.
No vulgar mugs for us in the garden
But a porcelain rim made for taste and pleasure
Which we raised to our lips as the sun shone down .

Tea was  made with fragrant floating leaves
No tea bags then but a little silver sieve
That nestled in a dish and caught them in the net
Though a few floated there like a rock pool by the sea
And we supped them up like perfume ‘twixt the  teeth and the tongue.
We were not so fussy then in the days
When we were young.




It's such a long time since I posted anything for dVerse...so I hope that maybe one or two might have some memory of me aeons ago!! followed you though here and on twitter every day. Love to see what is happening in Poetryland.  Tashtoo is in charge and I'm offering her a memory of days in the garden in Belfast.....yonks ago!