Home About us Books Canals Wildlife Poetry Potteries News Contact	1 Midsummer solstice; longest daylight hours. The sun is at the summit of his powers. And Mother Earth is perfect, at the crest of natures year; luxuriant, fully dressed. 2 Warm breezes gently carry soft perfume from elder trees, bedecked with creamy bloom. Amongst the hedgerows, wild blush roses bind themselves to honeysuckle, stems entwined. 3 The forest trees show green of every shade. Fresh canopies over each woodland glade. While underneath lie blossoms pink and white hinting at coming blackberries; sweet delight. 4 In cottage gardens stately hollyhocks jostle for space with sweetly scented stocks. And blowsy roses, yellow, white, rich red with lavender and rosemary share a bed. 5 Meadows are thick with grasses fully grown; sweet smelling harvest, hay ripe to be mown. Where scarlet poppies, white moon daisies glow and tiny heartsease hugs the ground below. 6 A time of change when Mother Nature surges. From chrysalis each butterfly emerges. Young badgers search for food and fox cubs play; leaving the safety of their earth by day. 7 A time of beauty yet no time for ease; sheep to shear and then the wool to tease and spin. The hay to turn and stacks to build and nature's young with stomachs to be filled. 8 Lambs and calves and foals milk mother's food and birds of every species feed their brood. A time when Mother Nature makes it clear; it is the culmination of her year.
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