HAPPY NEW WEEK and HAPPY NEW MONTH!!!
I hope everyone has a wonderful, safe, healthy week!
The flowering tree here is an Ash tree which my OH planted years ago, after finding a baby sapling in our garden and replanting it here by a stream. We can see it from our house. The oak next to it sprang up in the meantime, so they are quite close together but we hope that the oak will still be here in hundreds of years long after the Ash dies of old age!
No, the farm is in the next village, Heather. But you could walk to it if you were energetic enough!! I never have, but I used to get on my bicycle to go & visit my in laws, years ago (no car in those days as my OH needed it to get to work.) They (my in laws, that is) had a modern bungalow which was built on the fringes of the old farm, when we two got married and lived in the original farmhouse. Then, when the farm was sold they kept the bungalow to enjoy their last years in it. Another member of the family lives in that, now. I've just been to see Sue, and take her some supplies. Also took a big cutting from our Lilac tree as I know she misses one she used to have in a previous house. My OH had sharpened her favourite carving knife so returned that. Stood in her driveway talking for half an hour, then got cold. Enjoyed the short drive there! - only a few hundred yards from The Farm, where she & my OH were born, together with their two sisters.
The ash grove how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking
The wind through it playing has language for me
When over its branches the sunlight is breaking
A host of kind faces is gazing at me.
The friends of my childhood again are before me
Fond memories waken as freely I roam.
With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o'er me
The ash grove, the ash grove, alone is my home.
Oh my - memories of school singing lessons. I gather there are at least two versions of this - and I didn't realize that it was written by Benjamin Britten.
Thanks Lindybird for those fond memories you triggered - and hallo to everyone else.