black and white bed linen

Ironstone and Irises

Explore Life and landscape under the Lincolnshire sky

  Sorry it's taken longer than I intended to bring you some different poetry and pictures. Part of my excuse is that with all the garden watering needed by the long hot summer (which now seems to have ended though I expect the ban on hosepipe usage will last for months while the groundwater and reservoirs fill up) has left me tired !

Also I have always had the impression that poets do not write as much about summer as the other seasons. The disappointed hopes of spring, the gentle melancholy of autumn, the harsh grimness of winter - yes. But summer is a happy time and to adapt (if I am allowed) Tolstoy's opening to wrote in Anna Karenina :"Happy summers are all alike: all other seasons are unhappy in their own way."

Enough of excuses- here is a selection of seasonal pieces, some of them from quite a time back. Hope you enjoy them. Also I said I would put the painted version of the title picture in this posting if it worked out. See what you think when you get to the end !

If you would like to read more, please go to the poetry section.