Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the… more →
A Mingled Yarnellsea wrote 2 months ago: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him … more →
ellsea wrote 4 months ago: I knew going away on holiday in the middle of the growing season would cause me problems … I h … more →
ellsea wrote 6 months ago: Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower, Where bees hold honey … more →
ellsea wrote 8 months ago: How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! Ev’n as the flowers in spring; To whic … more →
ellsea wrote 8 months ago: It’s been one of those days today. I took Honey and her best friend into town to see ‘Ra … more →
ellsea wrote 10 months ago: This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled … more →
ellsea wrote 10 months ago: The Sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring, To welcome the Spring. From The … more →