Tomorrow is the last bank holiday for a while, which I actually find quite a shame. I like the laziness, the drinking during daylight hours and the decedent eating they invite. Though I am sure that the joy of them lies within their rarity..
.... Just one more very carefree spring day left before returning to work and running around a lot to get things done in time.
Here's a nice poem to remind us of carefree summer days.. So, here's to slowing down..
In My Two Small Fists by Adrian Mitchell
in that bright blue summer
I used to gather
daisies for my father
speedwell for my mother
with buttercups
and prickly heather
cowrie shells
and a seagull’s feather
treasures in each fist
all squashed together
daisies for my father
speedwell for my mother
(that’s how I see it
but I don’t know
if it really happened
sixty years ago
but my memories shine
and their light seems true
and so do the daisies
and speedwell too)
(Photos are linked and via tumblr. Enjoy the your Sunday evenings everyone, much love.)
How lovely, thanks.
ReplyDeleteHope you had a good, long weekend! It stinks going back to reality, but c'est la vie!
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love those pics!
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