I`ve brought you nuts and hops;
And when the leaf drops, why, the walnut drops.
Crack your first nut and light your first fire,
Roast your first chestnut crisp on the bar;
Make the logs sparkle, stir the blaze higher,
Logs are as cheery as sun or as star,
Logs we can find wherever we are.
Spring one soft day will open the leaves,
Spring one bright day will lure back the flowers;
Never fancy my whistling wind grieves,
Never fancy I`ve tears in my showers:
Dance, night and days! And dance on my hours!
A young sweet chestnut tree, heavy with ripening nuts last week.
Yesterday evening - rain filled clouds across the open Forest, with a faint, bright band of late light over distant western hills. It had rained for much of the day. At home, wet ponies were glad of their evening hay. Cats and dogs peered out at the unfamiliar rain and stayed warm in the dry house.
Shetland Footprints: June 23rd - Yesterday we collected the new tent that had been sent from Aberdeen to replace the one that was no longer waterproof. It took three days for the tent to...
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