Lock up your daughters. And your sons. And any elderly relatives.
Posted at 10:48 PM in countryside, elderflower champagne | Permalink
ten days ago, I took a bucket to a hedgerow.
Six days after, there was a mouldy mess.
So I took the same bucket to another hedgerow.
Six days after that, there was this
then after a couple of hours, there was quite a lot of this
Posted at 09:53 PM in countryside, elderflower champagne | Permalink
Logs to burn, logs to burn,
Logs to save the coal a turn
Here's a word to make you wise,
When you hear the woodman's cries.
Never heed his usual tale,
That he has good logs for sale,
But read these lines and really learn,
the proper kind of logs to burn.
Oak logs will warm you well,
If they're old and dry.
Larch logs of pine wood smell,
But the sparks will fly.
Beech logs for Christmas time,
Yew logs heat well.
Scotch logs it is a crime,
For anyone to sell.
Birch logs will burn too fast,
Chestnut scarce at all
Hawthorn logs are good to last,
If you cut them in the fall
Holly logs will burn like wax
You should burn them green
Elm logs like smouldering flax
No flame to be seen
Pear logs and Apple logs,
they will scent your room.
Cherry logs across the dogs,
Smell like flowers in bloom
But Ash logs, all smooth and grey,
burn them green or old;
Buy up all that come your way,
They're worth their weight in gold.
Posted at 05:09 PM in countryside, poetry, words and language | Permalink