Summer Thoughts…

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Summer Flowers by Nick 

A light summer’s day poem.

Watercolour Summer Painting

by Nick 

With a few drops of water,

The paper is ready,

Now to add the paint, 

 

Sparkling jewel-like colours,

surrounding me,

on this dreamily sunny day,

 

Light casts shadows,

Beneath the green and white carpet,

Of lush daisy flowers.

 

Sweet scented perfume,

Drifting through the air,

Casting a pleasant aroma,

 

Low flying swifts,

Flying high up in the sky,

Swooping over my head,

 

An Industrious bee,

Hopping from flower to flower,

A gentle drone fills the air,

 

Golden sunlight,

Highlights bark and leaves,

On a silver birch tree,

 

Just the final touch of paint,

Mixing flowers and leaves,

In a watery final.

What’s going on, in my house?

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What’s Going On, In My House? Photo by Nick 

I’ve written a short children’s poem. 

I had the idea recently when I was woken up in the early hours, by rustling coming from some bags containing clothes from the loft.

I like seeing animals but I’m not so sure I would like to be face to face with a wild one, in my home.

After sorting through the bags one by one in the garden no mouse was found.

No explanation can be made other than the contents may have slowly moved position unexpectedly. Other than that the mystery is unsolved….

 

What’s going on in my house?

 

There once was a mouse….🐭

He got into my house 🏠

Rustling around 🐭

I heard him in the night 🌚

I thought he might take fright

Rustling around 🐭

What a sight

This mouse 🐭was alright,

Rustling around 🐭

Was he, Looking for food?🥘

Amongst the clothes👕👖

In my house 🏠

Where has he gone…🐭

Rustling around

Is he, In the garden now?🌷

Of my house 🏠

 

Since writing this the mouse in the house mystery has been solved.

Mice appeared in the house on several nights.

Causing chaos, waking us up and running amok through clothes, in wardrobes, climbing blinds, hiding under the beds and over furnishings.

Luckily not eating any food but getting very close to finding it in the kitchen. I’ve bought numerous containers to store food and clothes in; to stop some of the rummaging.

It’s worrying because they are classed as vermin, we could pick up something from them if they did get into food preparation or eating areas. Every surface has to be scrupulously clean.

We’ve had to stay elsewhere for some nights, to try and get some sleep. Thanks to my kind relative for putting us up for a while, at short notice.

My carer said it feels like we are on holiday. Not because we are enjoying ourselves but because we have had hardly any sleep for ages and feel jet-lagged!

We’re back home now and hopefully we can get to work cleaning up the mess.

As anyone who has had similar problems will know it’s uprooting when something like this happens. 

Let’s hope they are gone for good this time.

Easter 🐥 Greetings

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Magnolia Photo by Nick

In this Easter week I wish you peace, happiness and relaxation.

I thought I would post some photos from my walks in parks nearby.  Everything seems to be coming alive at this time of year.

The flowers and trees look so beautiful, it would be great to share them.

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White Narcissi Photo by Nick
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Park Photo by Nick
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Bluebells Photo by Nick
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Genista Photo by Nick

I’ve added a short poem based on the seasons of the apple tree.

 

Apple Tree Seasons 

 

In Spring, pink apple blossom grow delicate buds

New life springs forth

 

In Summer, fully grown blooms take shape as apples

Warm,strong sunlight help them form

 

In Autumn, rosy red, sweet tasting apples

Ready to pick from the tree

 

In Winter, a bare tree stands out amongst

White snow, goodness going back to the roots

Poem by Nick

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

Visit to Fountains Abbey

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Fountains Abbey Photo by Nick 

My contribution to World Poetry Day is set in Fountains Abbey, Ripon, North Yorkshire.

Visit to Fountains Abbey

Long distances we have travelled,

To experience this monastic splendour,

As we arrive, on this warm September day,

Pausing at the visitor centre,

Route mapped out by a welly clad woman,

Our journey starts on its final descent,

We are unaware of what lies ahead,

Into view appears an amazing sight,

A magnificent ruined abbey,

Explorers we become at last,

Amongst colossal columns and Gothic arches,

Reaching up with dizzying heights,

Shards of brilliant white sunlight,

Shine through vast windows,

Suddenly a flock of Jackdaws take flight,

Circling the tower in swathes of blackness,

Beyond a backdrop of brilliant blue sky,

Happiness engulfs our being,

Is it possible we are experiencing reality?

Or dreaming?

Poem by Nick

For more information about visiting this world heritage site, have a look at the link below.

Fountains Abbey National Trust website

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Fountains Abbey Photo by Nick