Green fronds a curtain in the sky
Your branches stretched towards the light
So thick the birds all shelter there
And to the hanging feeders fly.
But ragged needles grow too high
Lawn struggles in your generous shade
Not trees, but hedge, was our demand
( Although the birds will wonder why)
Arboreal surgeons do their best
To slice and prune and chop the trees
And leave a flat-topped hedge instead
But still enough for birds to nest
Or, seeking sanctuary, they hide
And wait for suet, seeds and nuts
That hang from branches lower down
While we look on with grateful pride.
I had a photo of a wood pigeon that I think I have used before but hubby added a joke that I must share.
” Don’t you just hate it when a bird hogs the bathroom?”
A flavour of the countryside where we walked the dog today. I know it isn’t about writing but if I can find attractive pictures I hope I might get more folk interested in reading my back posts.
Peat beneath my feet
tall trees, almost leafless
delicate sunlight streams
through winter branches.
February in Hartshill.
Well, it’s a thought. It may even be a hope but it isn’t likely to be realised. These local steps should make up for the fact that we live in a bungalow. I have exercise class this afternoon so I won’t tackle them today but I might tomorrow!
Do you remember in the fifties. after Christmas, when back at school we were asked to bring in Christmas cards to make New Year Calendars for the family? We used coloured card and stuck a picture on the top with a ribbon to hang them up and a tiny calendar on the bottom. We tried not to choose a picture with writing on. Which one would you choose?