Tag Archives: John Clare
The other side of beauty?
The grass could do with a trim. But there’s something stopping me taking out the push mower. I simply can’t do it. It’s not because I’m tired after a long weekend spent in the company of friends I haven’t seen … Continue reading
Posted in Nature notes, Thinking, or ranting, or both
Tagged beauty, birds, cruelty, gardens, hard labour, insects, jewels, John Clare
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The ruder world. Some random thoughts on spring, joy and harsh reality
Come, luscious spring, come with thy mossy roots, Thy weed-strown banks, young grass, and tender shoots Of woods newly-plashed, sweet smells of opening blooms, Sweet sunny mornings, and right glorious dooms Of happiness, to seek and harbour in, Far from … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 