White Daffodils Dance!

The day has begun – in the glory of the Sun – without a single cloud in the sky,
The Sun it strokes my face – as I take up my place – and watch the slalom pass on by!
We take the same old route with an extra corner and Mrs Partridge leads the way,
On our disembarking we take the earthen trail – as we have done for many a day!

The door swings open on the shade of utility – where Hawthorns and Honeysuckle entwine,
The Sun seeps through – there in front of you – and we are stepping warmly into its shine!
Taking in the view – as we walk between the hedges old and new – taking in the seasonal flow,
The fruit Trees blossom and Silver Birch unfurl their leaves – and it really is quite a show!

As we settle – a Red Kite comes drifting slowly from the west – and Paviland comes to mind,
A Crow and Buzzard bob and weave in random swirls – following on close behind!
White Daffodils dance – in a warm spring trance – engaged with the relaxing sigh of the breeze,
There’s a myriad of greens – painting new seasonal life scenes – highlighted by the trees!

We enter the circle admiring the Cow Slips – with the wheat seed shooting sprawled across its bed,
Snakes Head Fritillaries they wave their white flags – gracious and elegant it has to be said!
On the sensing of the feel – we join the outer wheel – riding the timeline of seasonal change,
The Apples and Pears – the Plum and Wild Cherry – bristling with powder puffs across the range!

Significant views call – for reflective plans and theories – as scenery changes with each new step,
Conjuring notions of letting out the seams – on our long-held dreams – giving due care to its prep!
Mock Orange leaf buds – crack open in their multitude – the Moon Garden façade coming to life,
Snowflakes and Daffodils trimming its edges – glinting like the metal on the edge of a knife!

The bank of the Eastern ditch – homes a splendid Moss colony – reaching down the line of its flow,
Inspecting the Hawthorn – the new and the war torn – where the storms have come to go!
A Snakes Head Fritillary stands proud in its home kit – a yearly encounter with the corner stone,
Wine red – pink and white – so tartan square bright – standing picture perfect and all alone!

Drawn to the Primrose cloak – surrounding the Oak – at the southernmost point of the Grove,
A couple of pink cousins have joined the gathering at its edges – where the insects are free to rove!
Next the Butterfly Garden – sadly begging one’s pardon – tangled in brambles and overgrown,
Left behind by lockdown – leaving nature running rampant – with each unto to their own!

Completing the circle – we agree to an early lunch – the consensus can’t be wrong,
A little brown Wren darts in – up close and personal – looking to share a few bars of its song!
Bumble Bees buzz in wild exploration – weaving miniature contours in floating flight,
White Butterflies flutter as a fetching distraction – as always and forever – a delightful sight!

With the trailing off of smoke rings – we sharpen our focus – and we evaluate our plan,
Scanning the suitability – of the space of the utility – airing on the practical we do what we can!
Clearing the gateways and tidying corners – defining the boundaries to form a crisp edge,
The entrance path naturalised – removing the containing safety – of the young side of the hedge!

With a break in proceedings – we wet of our whistle – and finish off the last of our lunch,
Tufts of fluffy white cloud – drifting by sparce and proud – a small but insignificant bunch!
A tiny nondescript songbird sings its favourite solo – from the tip of its favourite tree,
Sitting way up high – beyond the naked eye – an unknown melody shared and sung for free!

The next phase of planning involves a pencil and paper – pooling the efforts of collective thought,
The Planning and Maintenance Department swing into action – there are answers to be sought!
The bare bones mustered – with all in agreement – one and all descend upon the history gate,
Looking out on the layout of the Northern Territories – an auspicious occasion that fuels debate!

Out with the yard stick – the facts and figures – allowing for the placing of the hedge and ditch,
Making an entrance with a mark – proposing of a carpark – with the offering of a pitch!
Bringing a sense of order – while setting out the border – taking shape and form,
Mapping out a footprint – to serve us through the ages – with a welcome safe and warm!

A trio of Ravens cronk – acknowledging the Crow Tree – as they pass on by overhead,
Mr Pheasant goes a rambling around tufts of grass and sedge – weaving his own random thread!
Wood Pigeons and Doves – crisscross the field from above – all with their own place to go,
The songbirds continue to sing – such a wonderful thing – what a day to put on a show!

There’s a hypothetical approach to the labyrinth landing – striking a pose from multiple views,
Perspective seeks an angle – caught up in a tangle – in need of something tangible we can use!
It is chosen to believe – there is homework to achieve – to finalise the site on the page,
It will take great care – to place a classic circle in an uneven square – as we look upon the stage!

Glentaowen breathes new life into the mower – a seasonal start up for a short back and sides,
Taming the entrance path with an even covering – observing the ritual so effortlessly it glides!
Continuing to the circle he weaves around the stones – following the spiral of countless turns,
Due care and attention – with love and pride the full intention – with the passion that still burns!

White Butterflies and Orange Tips – ride the waves like exploring ships – soaking up the Sun,
Robin calls in starts and fits – invasion of the Long-Tailed Tits – leaving it late to have their fun!
I spring into action capturing hurried images – best laid plans to share the beauty of the day,
White Daffodils dance – fruit tree blossom takes its chance – and Forget-me-nots sum up our stay!

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