You may feel, when a falling leaf brushes
Your face, as though some one had kiss'd you,
Or think at least some one who miss'd you
Had sent you a thought...
Or a bird's little song, faint and broken,
May pass for a tender word spoken:
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
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what a lovely thought! I'm new to this writer. thanks for introducing him to me!
ReplyDeleteA really enjoyable blog today, merci, SP
ReplyDeleteI'd forgotten this poem....it's great.
ReplyDeleteLovely images so a grand post all round.
My dad was a student in London in the 1950s, (from Borneo) he hated it because it was so cold. I was about to suggest you grow your own lemon tree when I realise it is too cold.
ReplyDeleteWe are lucky here in Auckland, lemons grow nicely, and I don't use the zest. I just drink the lemonade. What a waste.
Ah Ann - I wish we did have a climate suitable for lemons!
ReplyDelete(And for anyone else this continues a discussion we were having on Ann's blog so it was not so crazy a comment as it might have seemed at first glance. I was pointing out how ridiculous it was that unwaxed lemons cost more in the supermarket than waxed ones. Paying them for not adulterating our food.)
What beautiful photos and what dear little robins. Hugs, Carol
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