A farmers toast!

Let the wealthy and great, Roll in splendour and state, I envy them not i declare it, I eat my own lamb, My chickens and ham, I shear my own fleece and i wear it, I have lawns,I have bowers, I have fruits,I have flowers, The lark is my morning alarmer, So joyful boy's now, Here's god speed the plough, Long life and success to the farmer!!

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Home work...

Monty's moustache

Thing's that would reach to my inner self....This is quite hard homework miss.......

There are song,s and pieces of music which i don't know the names to, which make my hands prickle, and the hairs rise on the back of my neck ,and i could cry, they come to me like a memory, but with no form just overwhelming feelings.....I feel sure they would reach me.

One song is" The spinning wheel by maureen o'hara" i think.. deep memories of mutton broth, and bakelite plates at my nanas while it played..

Kate Bushes "womens work" and "moments of pleasure" they are 2 of the songs i put on to a tape,to play while i was in labour....

Theres another tune,, which when me and the children are returning Home after our adventures away put on a mile away and it reaches it's crescendo as we reach our drive, it's now a tradition....it's harp music i'll have to discover its name.

My children can reach me , I hear them call me not with my ears but with my soul [don't tell them that they'd never believe me]..

"Smell" the wonderful herby smell of my garden this time of the year........

Lily of the valley, fresh grass, campfires with potatoes, Clean washing, cinnamon, ..The smell of my children, and colin each have their own scent only noticed by me, but i'd recognise them anywhere.........My mothers shawl, retains her scent and even 8yrs later it comforts me like a big hug.......

Touch, from the grip of a babys hand , to the feel of colins work roughened huge hand, I would be truly isolated and bereft, without touch.....The bark of a tree , grass tickling my feet, The wind touches me all the time i love to stand arms outstretched head back while the wind buffets me its exhilarating and fills me up to the brim like a skittish pony..?

Mud squelching between my toes..

Drinking the Dew of leaves...

Dogs ears and eyes..

My hair being plaited then released..!

The smell of meadowsweet!

Monty's moustach!


  1. I can so relate to hearing a child's call through your soul.

    Crystal xx

  2. Wow - that was beautiful, Bodran! And yes to clean washing - I forgot that - and the gorgeous feeling of slipping in between freshly laundered sheets (I love that word "laundry", too. Perhaps another time we could all choose 12 words we love.)

    PSBy the way, do you do weaving courses at Bodran? I had a look on your website and couldn't find anything. I did a handloom weaving course over a weekend years ago, and it was one of the most satisfying and relaxing things I've ever done.

  3. Agree about the clean washing - forgot that one, and Monty's tash is lovely. Now you've prompted me I could go back and do another 12.

  4. Hmmm! Clean sheets and the smell of linen dried on the line......but mud betwen the toes? I'll miss on that one........pet hate!

  5. I think it was the hardest homework weve had to do but the results were worth it weren't they? It sets one thinking and tingling and thats alwasy a good thing.
    DO you work on peg looms? That is one of the tasks on my things to do list..build a peg loom and make a rug on it....

  6. Yes, if your children couldnt rouse you then what could?

  7. lovely...loved Monty's moustache...only you could have a horse with a moustache!!!

  8. He as very hairy ankles as well...xx

  9. Lovely list. I too can relate to a child's call through your soul.

  10. Glorious; loved the washing particularly - nothing better than the smell of fresh sheets especially when they've been out on a sunny day.