Away With You Wild Winter

Away with you wild winter,
We are welcoming the Spring.
Snowdrops, crocuses gleam the garden,
Sweet birds are on the wing.

Warmth of the sun’s bright beams
Swelling Life’s new growth,
Slanting rain spears softly falling
Fill flower buds, leaf buds both.

Winter-thin hedgehogs venture
Forth for fattening food,
Snouting about the burgeoning garden,
Searching in rotten wood

For insects fat and juicy
To strengthen their frail, thin blood,
To help them find their prickly mates
And bring forth plump, fresh broods.

Sing joy for advancing Springtime,
Farewell to Winter’s woe.
Hail to the whole of Creation’s wonder
And the seasons rotational flow.

MSK

A Funfair

Here is the fair beside Southend Pier. From the age of eleven I went to school in Southend,
and as the years went on I worked there , went dancing there, went to the pictures, and, in fact, spent a
lot of my time there. My home was a few miles away. As a child sometimes I spent a day on the beach in Westcliff or
Thorpe Bay with my little brother and my parents. That was a real treat. For many years now I have lived in a London suburb. This is now multi culturel and none the worse for that. I like to see all the different people and
to get to know some of them.

An Ancient Oak

This is such an ancient oak tree. It is in Mill Hill Park.
There are several ancient oaks there but this is my favourite.

A Lopped Plane

I think there is a stark splendour about this London Plane with the vivid blue sky behind.

My Grandmother, Rosetta Jarvis, nee Smith, I never knew her as she unfortunately died long before I was born.
I should like to have known her.

An Echo Of An Old Love?

Will any echo of this ardent tenderness remain

In years to come?

Will any lingering trace of love's refrain

tremble on the air,

Brightening some future day, some future love?

MSK

Blankness

I can't think of a thing to write,

My mind is blank like this page;

No thought, not a single idea in sight,

It's enough to put one in a rage.

MSK

Our Garden Yesterday.

I don't know why two of the pictures have come out blue!

February Snow

We woke to a white garden this morning with snow falling fast. It looks so
pretty but creates havoc everywhere. I can't help feeling excited, the same feeling I had when I was a child.
It is quiet and there are no buses passing the house every few minutes and no lorries either. There are no buses
running anywhere in London. The sky still looks full of snow waiting to fall.

Here is a reminder of Spring

Memories.

This is a collage of many of my Hampshire relatives taken a long time ago.
I had lovely holidays in Hampshire in pre war years when I was a lttle girl. I
am shading my eyes in the front row of the big group photo. It was just a walk
down a country lane to the sea. What a long time ago that was. Where has the
time gone?

January Bird Table

January Bird Table

Black shadows in surrounding trees
Wait for the provider on January mornings,
For one who holds a few of the keys
To avian winter survival.

Water, seeds, nuts and fat,
Bread if it’s brown and crumbs of cake,
Break the ice, shoo the cat,
First of jobs on a January morning.

A blackbird flies to the apple basket,
Pecks and pecks again and again,
The sweetness of summer it’s her task to eat,
To carry her on to vernal survival.

As dusk descends I hope they’re full,
Warm for the night, fluffed on their roosts.
Waiting for morning and the golden jewels
Flaming above the horizon, their signal for flight.

MSK

Father Christmas with his elf.

Here he is, striding from the forest. I think the elf is tired.

Some Christmas Oddments

One Father Christmas got left behind!!

A Memory of Summer.

Here are some summer flowers for a dismal, wet day.

I love Christmas Trees.

Christmas is fast approaching.

Glorious Variety

I have been thinking of writing about my thoughts of the busy North West London suburb, Burnt Oak, where I live. I think this will have to be a celebration of humanity. There are so many people from so many different places in the world. Some of these places I have barely heard of and know nothing about. It makes every outing to the shops a lesson about humanity and its variety. I feel privileged to have such an opportunity, something I would never have thought of in the past.
One thing I have learnt from these observations is that whatever our language, colour and apparent differences, in fact we are all the same in our humanity. I have come to the conclusion that this is so by observing tiny children of many different races. Their ways of behaving and playing are all the same, there is no difference. Whatever anyone says we are all Homo Sapiens.
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A Walk By The Welsh Harp

A favourite walk

A reminder of summer days.

It is so cold though sunny today. Here is a reminder of summer.

Spring 1979

The sun has come out today.
Venturesome leaves are a golden green;
The freezing wind has departed.
Whatever can this mean?

Is it Spring that has come out of hiding,
To startle those used to grey?
“Please stay with us now, don’t desert us.
Let Winter flee far away.”

MSK