Sunday, 31 May 2009

May Sunshine

The weather here has been so lovely that I haven't left the house, or to be more accurate, the garden all weekend. It's unusual to get temperatures into the twenties at this time of year. The old Scots saying 'Ne'er cast a cloot till May gangs oot' has been well and truly blown out.

As a result the only pics I have this weekend are from my garden. I cut the grass this morning as it was resembling a hay field. I like the top pic, it's a honeysuckle which I planted a couple of years ago to cover a dead tree stump.
The second one is an apple tree which never produces any apples...... but I love the fresh green leaves against the bright blue sky.

I like the contrast of colour here.

One of these crap photos that you grow to like...... you know what I mean? Click to enlarge and spot the beastie.


The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

Dylan Thomas 1914 - 1953
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  1. I do so like poetry!(when I 'get' it)

    I think I really this one...

  2. 'like' is suppose to be in between 'really' and 'this'... brain-fingers... not always connected up.