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About megustaleer


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  1. Too knackered after gardening to stay up and watch this on Sunday. Anyone see it? Any good?
  2. Poetic Wanderings

    St George was out walking He met a dragon on a hill, It was wise and wonderful Too glorious to kill It slept amongst the wild thyme Where the oxlips and violets grow Its skin was a luminous fire That made the English landscape glow Its tears were England’s crystal rivers Its breath the mist on England’s moors Its larder was England’s orchards, Its house was without doors St George was in awe of it It was a thing apart He hid the sleeping dragon Inside every English heart So on this day let’s celebrate England’s valleys full of light, The green fire of the landscape Lakes shivering with delight Let’s celebrate St George’s Day, The dragon in repose; The brilliant lark ascending, The yew, the oak, the rose The True Dragon by Brian Patten
  3. what is everyone doing?

    So sorry to hear about your friend, Momac. I am continually surprised that all the friends from my church youth group, even the ones in the cohort above me, are still on this earth. I am not on direct contact with many of them, but indirectly with most through one or two others, and no sad news has filtered through as yet. One close friend from then was widowed last summer so, to quote Andrew Marvell; "At my back I always hear time's winged chariot hurrying near" (From To His Coy Mistress)
  4. what is everyone doing?

    I am not wasting this fine weather, having had another weeding session today. The time spent on my knees over the last few days has had the expected effect on my joints and muscles, and I am walking like an ancient cowboy who has lost his horse. Feeling very satisfied with the results of my labour, though, and am tempted to say that one more day should clear the weeds - except that I know that as soon as I finish the next area wanting my attention I will see another that had looked OK yesterday ... and as soon as it rains another crop of weeds will pop up where I thought I'd finished. Hey ho, that's the joy and curse of gardening! I have also almost finished filling the large containers (redundent re-cycling boxes) with potting compost and water-retaining granules, ready for the climbing beans, cucumbers and tomatoes. I have never been this far ahead in my preparation in previous years - that's the benefit of having a much smaller garden. Most of my plantlets are outside hardening-off, and two more trays of seeds are beginning to germinate on the windowsill, so I everything should be ready for planting out by May. Fingers crossed, and horticultural fleece at the ready, against the return of the cold!!
  5. Poetic Wanderings

    Stars that seem so close and bright, Watched by lovers through the night, Swim in emptiness, men say, Many a mile and year away. And yonder star that burns so white, May have died to dust and night Ten, or maybe, fifteen year, Before it shines upon my dear. Oh! often among men below, Heart cries out to heart, I know, And one is dust a many years, Child, before the other hears. Heart from heart is all as far, Fafaia, as star from star Fafaia - Rupert Brook
  6. what is everyone doing?

    Not quite so hot today. Good weather for doing things in the garden. Two long sessions on my knees, weeding, in the last 48hrs has left me with aching muscles and joints that normally don't get that much use. It's a satisfying ache - I just hope i can get out of bed in the mrning!
  7. what is everyone doing?

    Most people here won't be finding it too hot, but it is a bit warmer here on the S coast and there is no shade of any significance in my garden. Nor any where between us and the coast - too windy, for one thing. I just have a low tolerance for direct sunlight and am trying to do the spring gardening jobs in full sun.
  8. Poetic Wanderings

    Casabianca The boy stood on the burning deck  Whence all but he had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck  Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood,  As born to rule the storm - A creature of heroic blood,  A proud, though child-like form. The flames rolled on - he would not go  Without his Father's word; That father, faint in death below,  His voice no longer heard. He called aloud: – 'say, Father, say  If yet my task is done?' He knew not that the chieftain lay  Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried,  'If I may yet be gone!' And but the booming shots replied,  And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath,  And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death  In still yet brave despair; And shouted but once more aloud,  'My father! must I stay?' While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,  The wreathing fires made way. They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,  They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child,  Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder-sound –  The boy – oh! where was he? Ask of the winds that far around  With fragments strewed the sea!– With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,  That well had borne their part – But the noblest thing which perished there  Was that young faithful heart. Casabianca by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
  9. what is everyone doing?

    Too hot for me already! I miss autumn and spring - always my favourite seasons. Can't do with this jump from summer to winter, and winter to summer with no acclimatising period in between Having said that, I did enjoy seeing my washing blowing on the clothesline for the first time this year. Did a bit in the garden first thing, and later went to B&Q for a giant bag of compost and a bundle of bean poles, but it was too hot to do anything with them this afternoon. It was also too hot to put the oven on, so had a change of dinner menu. That was just as well as Mr meg decided to creosote the shed roof and was an hour late in for dinner. It's never too hot for Mr meg!
  10. what is everyone doing?

    I have read Tam Lin - but not aloud!
  11. Life At Absolute Zero

    Is anyone listening to Lynne Truss reading her series of stories about the inhabitants of "Meridian Cliffs"? She is on Radio4, Sunday evenings at 7.45? This is series 3, and sadly the previous two series are not available on iPlayer
  12. Poetic Wanderings

    There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night— Ten to make and the match to win— A bumping pitch and a blinding light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, But his captain's hand on his shoulder smote 'Play up! play up! and play the game! ' The sand of the desert is sodden red,— Red with the wreck of a square that broke; — The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead, And the regiment blind with dust and smoke. The river of death has brimmed his banks, And England's far, and Honour a name, But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks: 'Play up! play up! and play the game! ' This is the word that year by year, While in her place the school is set, Every one of her sons must hear, And none that hears it dare forget. This they all with a joyful mind Bear through life like a torch in flame, And falling fling to the host behind— 'Play up! play up! and play the game! Vitaii Lampada by Sir Henry Newbolt
  13. what is everyone doing?

    That's Funeral Blues by WH Auden
  14. Poetic Wanderings

    Note: A discussion following on from momac's remarks continues on the what Is everyone doing thread in the "Anything But Books" forum
  15. what is everyone doing?

    Posted by Momac in Poetic Wanderings I have always enjoyed poetry, and still remember snatches of poems and rhymes from primary and secondary school, so I have treated myself to poetry books for a good many years. My 'collection' started when I bought some of the Penguin Modern Poets series in the sixties, then I picked up collections by familiar poets when browsing second hand bookshops, bought, or have been given, various anthologies, such as the ones compiled by the 'Poetry Please' radio programme and, when the boys were small, quite a lot of nursery rhyme and poetry books for children. Since I retired I have belonged to poetry reading groups in three different U3As, so have come across other members' favourite poets and acquired more books. My drastic book-cull when we moved house reduced my poetry collection considerably, but a rough count this morning reveals that I still have at least three dozen, not including "slim volumes" of self-published poetry by friends and relatives. As for the poems I put on the Poetic Wanderings thread, most are easily found on the internet and I 'cut and paste' the section I want to quote - it is easier than trying to remember which book they might be in - especially if I can't remember the title or the first line. The great thing about the internet is that you can just type in a line that you remember and there is a good chance that your search engine can find a website that has the whole poem. I have used the website Poem Hunter.com for years, and find it helpful to find poems by specific poets, or poems on particular themes. The only snag with that site is that a lot of amateur poets post their own work there, and the quality of the poetry isn't always the best. Not that I should criticise, I can't write the stuff.