An Easter Day Out, Saltram House Devon

A lovely National Trust property, Saltram has been overlooking the River Plym for three hundred years. If it looks familiar, it was one of the settings for 1995 film version of Sense and Sensibility. I didn’t go into the house today but the grounds were beautiful, well worth a visit if you’re in the Westcountry.

Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day in My Life

Sara Rosso created the Weekly Photo Challenge this week and asks us to show our day. I really hope that all of you had a more interesting one than I did, I’ve been flitting around getting things done so that I can play for the next three days! You can join in at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/03/29/photo-challenge-day-in-the-life/

So how was your day?

If you are one of my regular, treasured visitors you will know that I don’t often re-blog, but this is my second today. This is Anne Kealy’s Poem Frost Faeries and I love it. In fact I’ve loved all the poems on her blog so far and if I wasn’t such a lazy poet her style and talent is what I would aspire to. Read and enjoy Frost Faeries, maybe take a peep around her work, you won’t be disappointed, LG.

Anne's Writing

Frost Faeries

 

They came on the chill of a windless night

with faces of glass, diamond eyes, startled hair –

the air crackling and splintering

before their icy breaths.

On brittle wings they hovered

 

and with spindled fingers etched in ice

upon my sleeping window

intricate fronds and filigrees, unicorns, dragons,

demons, whirling divas, souls of songs –

Sunlight-captured, burning bright and clear.

 

Waking now, I still hear strands of laughter

as they skate away –  stealing

those far flung crystal  mornings.

 

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Lazy Poet’s Thursday Poem, Primrose

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Timid fragile flower with strength

to bear and thrive through frost

you push your way through compacted soil

to spread a sunshine blanket

under woodland canopy

where no sun shines

you remain pure along shoulders

of polluted carriageway

and in a cemetery of tombstones

 you stand alert and alive

your palest glow a greeting

that  follows with fragrance elusive

as your unfolding gown dallies

its subtle caress in green velvet folds

100Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week # 82

Julia says, ‘As Easter is nearly with us and the shops are bulging with it,’ the prompt is:
…looking at all of that chocolate…

Golden Pods

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I stood looking at all of that chocolate and was carried back in time to my childhood home. Then I didn’t know what chocolate tasted like, I just knew the yellow pods had to be harvested and sent away, so that children in other countries could have something called Easter eggs. But eggs came from chickens.   I asked if a chicken was inside. I covered my eyes as father took a machete and aimed, I didn’t want to see a baby chick cut open. Bang, and then there was something creamy. I put my finger in and tasted, so this was chocolate? But what about the eggs?

Join in at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/03/25/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week/