The Sandwich Fairy is busy again now that Metal Detecting is being allowed and packed lunches are back on the menu. So the cake I made is already coming in useful, and a slice of it was consumed somewhere in a field near Stonehenge on Saturday. I hope Captain B left some crumbs for the birds.
Apparently it snowed further North overnight Thursday/Friday - Bea sent us a photo of her garden looking lovely under a light coating of snow. Nothing here as yet, though it is a little colder. But I feel I want to blog the De La Mare poem about the beauty of the snow again. For me, it is a real Paradise earth poem, praising the jewel-like beauty of the snow, and talking of "unnumbered Springs". That is what I want for the Captain and me and our families and our friends - for all of us - unnumbered Springs on this lovely planet, all restored to the Paradise Jehovah always intended it to be.
THERE BLOOMS NO BUD IN MAY
Walter de la Mare
There blooms no bud in May
Can for its white compare
With snow at break of day,
On fields forlorn and bare.
For shadow it hath rose,
Azure, and amethyst;
And every air that blows
Dies out in beauteous mist.
It hangs the frozen bough
With flowers on which the night
Wheeling her darkness through
Scatters a starry light.
Fearful of its pale glare
In flocks the starlings rise;
Slide through the frosty air,
And perch with plaintive cries.
Only the inky rook,
Hunched cold in ruffled wings,
Its snowy nest forsook,
Caws of unnumbered Springs.
http://www.public-domain-poetry.com/walter-de-la-mare/there-blooms-no-bud-in-may-33460
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