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Seasons – Poem

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…

 

Seasons

There were rich pickings in the hedgerows then,

Where the blackberries crowded out the sloe

And hop vines twined about the wild rosehips

And hawthorn berries cast a scarlet glow.

 

To the music of birdsong we would pick

Our fill throughout the season; then the mist

of autumn would sparkle like jewels, from

Cobwebs flung down with a prodigal fist.

 

On branches where the fruit had lately been,

And through the winter, feasting on the good

Rich harvest of the summer, round fires of logs,

Pale summer ghosts curled from the smould’ring wood.

 

© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards

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Harvest Service – Poem

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…

 

Harvest Service

Welcoming us, the rector said,

“I wish that we could see you here

More often than just once a year, at harvest.”

 

Avoiding his eyes, we looked around

At the results of a year’s work

Piled high above the altar. The best

 

Of all that we had worked for

Throughout a lonely year – fruit and

Vegetables, and a tall ladder, which

 

Entwined with flowers and greenery,

Reached up the wall and raised our eyes

To where the autumn sunlight cast a rich

 

Jewelled pattern through the old stained-glass.

I wondered why we’d come that day.

Were our motives truly estimable –

 

And were we thinking of Our Lord

Or did a memory stir, deep down

Of Gods more ancient and implacable?

 

© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards

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Yay, finally we have started producing crops!

At last, after all that hard work getting moved and creating a garden, we have our first crops!

Below is the first of the Little Gem Lettuce, and very tasty they are too, I am simply picking leaves as I need them to keep the plants growing continuously, and it appears to be working well!

And here is the first of the indoor crops…..after two years and a very careful house move, voila!

Our very own pepper plant WITH FRUIT!

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Wow, I Am So Proud Of The Mibs Family Right Now! Just Look Wot We Done!

I am sat here, just past midnight, totally exhausted and in agony but……..

 I am SOO proud of us today…

 

 BabyMibs and myself have achieved so much in such a short time..

 

 It’s been a long hard road at times…

 

  Hard to see a way forward at times…

 

 With all that rubbish in the way!

 

 

Then salvation arrived…..thanks to a local farmer giving us some of his feed pallets

  

 And took some shifting across the field!

  

 A bit of cutting down to size later ( ok hacking like crazy with a somewhat rusty old saw!)

  

DON’T let your 5 year old try this at home folks, mine was especially trained for the pose!

Our very own Grand Design!

A little somewhere to store and recycle ALL THAT BLIDDY GRASS!

( at a fraction of the £100+ the posh gardening magazines charge for similar wooden ones!)

Ours cost us a mere six free pallets, a bag of nails, a possibly fractured if not broken thumb, much cursing, several blistered and splintered fingers, and a strange inability to walk upright once done!

And the best of it?

BabyMibs actually turned to me at the end and said “you made that better than Daddy would have!”

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS lol, it’s the little things in life that please the most, and considering I was in quite a bit of pain BEFORE we started this, and since finishing I can barely move, well, how chuffed am I?

 

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V E Day At Chickerell – Poem

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…

 

 

V E Day At Chickerell

I remember V E Day. Some of the

Ladies from the village organised

A celebration. In a field high up

Above the village, they realised

 

A childhood dream. A mound of furniture

Higher than the houses round about,

Or so it seemed, and seated on the top,

An effigy of Hitler. No doubt

 

Their happiness was touched with sadness

For sons and husbands who would not

Return, and lost years, when children grew

Without a father’s care. But see

 

The baker’s wife proudly upon the

back of an old lorry. Dressed as Churchill,

Complete with huge cigar, her hands raised in

Victorious salute. Nothing will

 

Erase the thrill as that gigantic pyre

Flared up to set alight again a world grown

Used to darkness. And for one night, at least,

Fire cauterised our fears, and hopes were sown.

 

© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards

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R.I.P My Little Man – 4 Years Today – A Little Wish

Today should have been my little man Andre’s 4th Birthday,   (read about him here)  .

It’s incredible how this still feels like yesterday, yet also a lifetime away.

My one simple request in this very short post is for each and every one of YOU, dear readers, to hug someone close to you today, life is so very short and throws such unexpected curveballs so don’t waste any time in telling people close how you feel, or showing them that you really do care xxxxxx

 

 

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After Morning Service – Poem

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…

After Morning Service

After morning service we would walk for miles;

Outside the village, over stiles

And up a softly sloping hill

Where violets hid beneath the hedge, till,

From the top, we could look out across the trees.

To where the ocean skittered in the breeze.

And if there ever had been any doubt –

What, we had wondered, was it all about –

It soon dissolved itself, faced with the drama

Of that supernal panorama.

 

© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards

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