Friday, September 06, 2013

In the night ........

The Thunder roared
The Lightning flashed
and all the world was shaken.
The little pig curled up his tail

and ran to save his bacon!
Did anyone ever write this verse in your autograph book?
Did you ever have an autograph book, or were autograph books
a phenomenon special to the first half of the last century,
and did their popularity fade away with modern times
and the coming of television and other ways of entertainment
that require no creativity.

I have my Aunt Hildred's autograph book(s), circa 1920
and in one of them my mother wrote
"Friendship is a golden tie
that binds our hearts together
and if you never break that tie
We will be friends forever".
but I digress......
This post is really about the thunder and the lightning that wakened me last night
with such a shattering, earthshaking, earsplitting clap
that I felt as if I were about to be lifted from my bed
and transported through the window and up into the heavens
where all the noise and commotion and fireworks were taking place. 
Advanced warning had cautioned me to turn off the computers,
but I should have left the bedroom door open for Callie
to find refuge under the duvet at my feet....
I rose to go and look for her, but she was not visible.
Under the couch ?   Behind the piano?
I called, but no response.
However, as I turned to go back into the bedroom
a very frightened cat hurried past me,
hurtled through the air, diving under the duvet,
and we both spent the rest of the night with our eyes tightly closed
awaiting the next thunderous roar.

Eventually the storm passed,  the skies lightened with the dawn
and the thunder was only a long, low grumble,
and we both slept......

As to any pigs that were out and about, I presume
they found refuge somewhere where their bacon was safe.

Thursday, September 05, 2013

September comes to the garden

Out in the garden this morning to pick the raspberries, and I am reminded that the grass I cut just a few short days ago (or should I say 'harvested' - it was more like a haying operation) - well, anyway, the grass that I cut just a few short days ago has responded just like a child's haircut and immediately gathered green energy, enough to suggest another trimming!

As I whirred along the side lawn I found the grass around the hazel nut tree heavy with petticoat covered nuts.  I didn't run in to get the camera, but when I had finished mowing and was resting and looking around the garden, it was plain to me that September had arrived, with cooler weather and a lovely flush of roses.....
"For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. 
 For nature it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad".   
 Edward Way Teale

Here is Mister Lincoln, top hatted in a gorgeous velvety chapeau.
and his companion, Abraham Darby
both fine and well respected gentlemen
who have lent their names to what
I consider to be among the most
beautiful of roses.
The ramblers along the side fence have been blooming for a week or so
and I have had to prune back their wandering branches
that used to reach out and catch Charles as he went by in his cart,
causing no end of consternation!!!
Mainly the garden is shades of yellow and orange - sunflowers, rudbeckia, yellow daisies,
Chinese lanterns, barn flowers,

 but the Rose of Sharon, a first year Foxglove, blooming late,  and some autumn Crocus join the last of the phlox and the porch pots in adding pinks and whites to the mix.


When I had finished cutting the small lawns I contemplated the little portion that lies between the compost corner and the pussy willow tree, and I envisioned the peonies, the iris and the poppies from the garden on the hill, moved down and comfortably ensconced in all their lovely glory.
Who will turn the sod? 
 And have I enough compost to make a comfortable bed for them???
I ponder, as now is the time to move them!!!!!
Oh, it's always something,  I can hear Charles saying.........but he loved the garden too.


Monday, September 02, 2013

ABC Wednesday

September 3rd, 2013

The letter is H and it stands for Seamus Heaney

In Memory
Noli timere
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September, or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightening of a flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully-grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you'll park or capture it
More thoroughly.  You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open.
Seamus Heaney

For more interpretations of the letter H click here, at ABC Wednesday
with many thanks to Denise, Roger and all Helpers.