27 Nov 2011

Hoo Goes There?

Hoo Goes There?
by
Sharon Hanzik
Softly feathered for silent flight,
Moving about in the calm moonlight,
We cannot hear them unless they call,
Who cooks for you?  Who cooks for y'all?

A soft call is carried away by the wind,
Hoo, hoo-hoo, over and over again.
A flash of white swoops low overhead,
Shh-shh, enough said.

Night-time hunters see well in the dark,
Almost never miss their mark.
Hearing is even better than sight,
They hunt by sound on the darkest night.

With powerful talons to catch their prey,
Rarely a rodent gets away.
In daylight, hidden, blending in well,
An owl or limb?  It's hard to tell.

Meadow, forest, farm or town,
Owls are great to have around,
They come in all sizes, live anywhere,
Some species common, some are rare.

Wherever they live, they add to the place,
A sense of mystery and natural grace.




21 Nov 2011

A Nice Cup of Tea


I like a nice cup of tea in the morning
   
Just to start the day you see


and at half past eleven

                                                           


my idea of heaven

is a nice cup of tea
                                                     
                                                          

I like a nice cup of tea
with my dinner
                                                

                                                      




and a nice cup of tea with my tea
                                                         

And about this time of night

                                                 

What goes down a treat - you're right

is a nice cup of tea
                                                                   



14 Nov 2011

Open a Book






Open a book
And you will find


People and places of every kind


Open a book
And you can be


Anything that you want to be
Open a book
And you can share
Wondrous worlds you find in there
Open a book
And I will too
You read to me
And I'll read to you.

Open a Book
by
Jane Baskwill

Photos:  Pinterest

7 Nov 2011

The Enchanted Forest




A song of enchantment I sang me there
In a green-green wood, by waters fair,


Just as the words came up to me
I sang it under the wild wood tree.



Widdershins turned I, singing it low,
Watching the wild birds come and go,


No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen
Under the thick-thatched branches green.


Twilight came: silence came:
The planet of Evening's silver flame,


By darkening paths I wandered through
Thickets trembling with the dew.


But the music is lost and the words are gone
Of the song I sang as I sat alone,

Ages and ages have fallen on me


On the wood and the pool and the elder tree.

A Song of Enchantment
by
Walter de la Mare

Photo source:  Pinterest


5 Nov 2011

Clever Ideas


A great way of displaying tulip bulbs


Turn your toaster on its side to grill cheese on toast


Fragrant herbal fire starters


Finding another use for old tins


Pop bottle and wooden spoons turned into a bird feeder


Lay a wooden spoon over the pan when boiling pasta to stop it boiling over


Take the base off an old chair to use as a planter


Pop bottles cut in half and used as mini greenhouses for seedlings

Photo source:  Pinterest

2 Nov 2011

Keep Calm and Love Cats



Don't you just love my big blue eyes


I told you I'd push your face in it if you ate my dinner


Fetch!


Who'd have kittens!


I personally think I look better this way up!


I've got my eye on you!


Do you think they've seen us!


OK so it's not the most comfortable place to sleep - but it'll do!


I told you I was taller than you!


We come in all shapes and sizes


Well I've seen squirrels do it

Photo source:  Pinterest