During February...

Then, hearing of the News of "Noah's flood"

Absorbing all the water into mud

The sunset managed orange here today

The fleeing clouds obtained a duller grey

I listened to the forecast, afternoon;

Some sunshine and less wind are coming soon

You might say that the system is unsettled

Though Michael Fish, responding, would be nettled

So when will be the time for higher ground? - 

When sited on the beach with sea unbound.

                           K. Pettitt.

A little Winter visitor to the toolshed...

Having found nothing to eat, our fat little friend fluttered off again.

One year on...

Same job...

Different hat...

New Year, New Poem...

Increasing slightly - January light -

A herald of the new and waxing year.

The temperatures -unseasonable height -

With Sun and Rain relieving murky drear.

We humans need some burning to be near.

So, in the Garden, leaves are cleared away

And trees await a freeze by light of day.

                                             Keith Pettitt.

Merry Christmas...

Xmas dinner in the polytunnel

Happy diners

Yum

Seconds

And a good time was had by all.

Decembrrrr...

And sometimes in December when it's still

Diluted sunshine renders landscape gold

In Summer Mother Nature drank her fill

But now she must receive the piercing cold

The birds retrieving berries if they're bold

The squirrels must recall their hidden seeds

While everyone around performing deeds.

K. Pettitt.

Re-covering the small polytunnel