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Cherie’s Place – Thought for the Week

CherryPie — Sun, 10 Jun 2018 22:59:35 +0000

Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler state of being which we may strive to attain.

Douglas Coupland

Cherie’s Place – Thought for the Week

CherryPie — Sun, 25 Sep 2016 20:49:45 +0000

The best portion of a good man’s life -
his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

William Wordsworth

Cherie’s Place – Thought for the Week

CherryPie — Sun, 19 Oct 2014 19:41:03 +0000

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn; the bird waits in the egg; and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.

James Allen (1864 – 1912)

Welcome to Cragside Gardens

CherryPie — Thu, 11 Aug 2011 21:20:04 +0000

Regular readers will know that Cragside is one of my favourite places to visit. During my recent visit to Northumberland I enjoyed seeing the gardens in a different season. In this post you can see the formal gardens being stripped back and prepared for the summer bedding.

New to me on this visit was the addition of a bird hide just outside the formal gardens. I took the opportunity to sit and rest a while within the hide. I saw many varieties of birds flying too and fro. Unfortunately they have stopped encouraging and feeding the red squirrels that can normally be seen there. A grey squirrel has been seen in the vicinity and there is the worry that it might spread disease amongst the reds…

Calico Pie

CherryPie — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 17:41:35 +0000

By Edward Lear

For the second annual Blogger’s silly week.

I
Calico Pie,
The little Birds fly
Down to the calico tree,
Their wings were blue,
And they sang ‘Tilly-loo!’
Till away they flew,–
And they never came back to me!
They never came back!
They never came back!
They never came back to me!

II

Calico Jam,
The little Fish swam,
Over the syllabub sea,
He took off his hat,
To the Sole and the Sprat,
And the Willeby-Wat,–
But he never came back to me!
He never came back!
He never came back!
He never came back to me

III

Calico Ban,
The little Mice ran,
To be ready in time for tea,
Flippity flup,
They drank it all up,
And danced in the cup,–
But they never came back to me!
They never came back!
They never came back!
They never came back to me!

IV

Calico Drum,
The Grasshoppers come,
The Butterfly, Beetle, and Bee,
Over the ground,
Around and around,
With a hop and a bound,–
But they never came back to me!
They never came back!
They never came back!
They never came back to me!