Second April Blog.
April’s Twinkling Eyes.
Daffodyl and Hyacinth,
Early almond trees,
Spread their blooms with ease.
Heralding the cherry,
Pollen for the early bees,
Making earth feel merry.
Wild flowers in the woodlands,
Prepare to show their best,
Dandelions and hawthorn,
Bluebells, dewy nests
For insects rising slowly
To prance the burgeoning bough,
Beetles stirring, larvae wake,
To join the hum of now.
For sunshine warmth brings daylight
Within the forest glade,
And yellow, blue and lilac hues
Bring brightness ready made.
These blossoms climb up from the earth
To fill our hearts with joy,
And April garners springtime sun,
To welcome girl and boy.
Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. April, 2016
I have posted this poem on FB, but I feel it worth a second go.
Some get April showers, others get autumnal breezes but whatever comes your way, a certain time of year that is special to you, will always bring gladness when it comes around. For many of us in the UK, spring IS that time of year because winter is a season most of us detest. Yes, I know some people like to go skiing, and that is their prerogative, but most of us love to see the sun and feel its warmth coursing though our bodies. Many suffer with aches and pains in their joints which are alleviated by warm sunshine, and the sooner that comes, the better.
Many are gardeners, wanting to plant seeds and plants that need the soil warmef up to get growth started. We often have a shortened spring and summer, so, the earlier seeds are planted, the faster they will grow away. This has been a mild but long, long winter. We are fed up with it, like many places in Canada, USA, Northern Europe and so on, where snow and cold weather conditions have hung on interminably.
If you think back, only a relatively short period of time, winters were even colder. I can remember delicate swirls of frost patterns on the upstairs windows. I once drew them in pencil and the same patterns in colour. That was before central heating. ( which I still do not have).
But if you think back to Victorian times, our isands were much colder durung winter months. Not surprising that during the winter, many people died of hyperthemia, not having the price of a few buckets of coal every week. Would we have survived today under such conditions? I doubt it. We are too used to warmer living conditions and more and much better food. Perhaos we are becoming too fragile: too used to modern technology, easy living, to help us survive bitter weather.
So, come on spring, show us what you are made of.
“””Continuing Terrie and Gina ( no title).
With trepidation, Gina followed Terrie out of the small hall and into the large foyer.
“i always start at the main entrance,” Terrie told her. “if that isn’t in fine fetle, than it has to be sorted, fast. Oh, you may not have noticed, but when we were looking through the window, i was actually checking the hedges and lawns. As far as I could see, that is. Robert comes in early and does the round of the grounds. More, the further parts of the estate really, including the stabies and craft shops, the mill, etc. He does have one of the gardeners do a turn with him. But the grounds are extensive, so I just give the front lawns a quick look to see if there is anything glaring that needs attending to immediately.
“Seems a lot to do, Terrie! How will I ever learn all this?” Gina stared at all the peopke gatheted in the hallway, her eyes darting all around at the furniture, nestled safely behind silken ropes, He expresion turned into a worried frown.
” Oh, you’ll soon get the hang of it,” Terrie assured her. “you won’t need to know everythng at once. I grew up here, but it took over two years to understand the running of something as old and historical as this house. The manager, Mrs Landry, took me on. Showed me the ropes, if you will. She was a bit of a stickler for getting things right. She had been housekeeper here, and maid before that, so she knew all the history, passed down by previous housekeepers who knew their stuff. Were hard taskmasters too,” she added.
As she spoke, Terrie ‘fired up’ her intercom and, breaking off her speech to Gina, she called Ranger. He looked after the distant gates and gtounds. It was an extensive estate, more than Gina realised, at present.
“Everything OK Ranger?” Terrie asked into the slighly crackling handset.
“A OK Terrie. I have checked the wall where that car crashed into yesterday. It will need repair though it isn’t going to fall down. You will need to call his insurance company though. Don’t see why we should pay, even though it was not the driver’s fault, exactly. Those foxes have a habit of dashing across the riad near that bend.”
“Wilko,” replied Terrie, turning to Gina and giving a little grin. “I’ll do that this mornng.” She clicked off the handset. “Now, ready to start?”
Gina nodded, not really sure of what she had let herself in for. In her father’s housr, she was queen. Everything turned or revolved around her or her whim. She managed the house, the ser….staff with ease. Nothing escaped her managerial aptitude. But here she was totally out of her depth. Leaving her home was a hard choice. But one that had to be made. Now,with all that Terrie had said, she felt ill at easr, uncertain that she had made the right decision. However, she was her father’s daughter ( just as Terrie was, she realised ). Determination was her middle name. “Yes! Ready to start,”. Gina added verbally.
“A fine day, Miss Terrie,”. The manager of the receptionist, secretary and assistnts offered. “This will bring in more tourists,” she srated wisely, looking througjh the open glassed front doors at the distant stream of vehicles heading towards the car park.
“The more the merrier,” quipped Terrie. “Oh, this is Gina, my sister. Showing her how we do things today!” A chorus of’ good mornings’ greeted Gina as she edged forward further into the hallway. She noted that amongst a sprinkling of older ladies, there were quite a lot of younger wonen.
“Good morning all,” she replied, more that a little shy at meeting so many for the first time. This definitely seemed different to just having two or three people to advise first thing of a morning.
The head gardener popped his head though the door at that point. “Problems, Miss Terrie. Can I have a couple of words? “. He noticed Gina. “Hello Miss. You new here?”
“George, you’re getting cheeky again. This is my sister. She is going to help us here from now on. Treat her as you treat me.” There were a couple of stifled giggles at that point. Terrie looked around at the women, a frown creasing her forhead. The giggling stopped.
“Yes Miss,” replied George, the corners of his mouth creasing up ever so slightly. He always made a play for any new female that came to work at The Hall. He meant nothing by it. Everyone knew, or soon found out, he was totally loyal to his long-standing, long-suffering girlfriend. He was that kind of a man who was always fond of disarming the ladies.
Be careful out in the world. Let the sun shine and visit happiness upon you.