Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Friday, 24 May 2013
On Log Fires and Bank Holiday Weekends
So another Bank Holiday Weekend and another cold, polar, maritime air mass bringing rain and below average temps yet again!
Time to make use of the "log pile", apple wood makes excellent burning:
Beechwood fires burn bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year
Store your beech for Christmastide
With new holly laid beside
Chestnut's only good they say
If for years 'tis stayed away
Birch and firwood burn too fast
Blaze too bright and do not last
Flames from larch will shoot up high
Dangerously the sparks will fly
But ashwood green and ashwood brown
Are fit for a Queen with a golden crown.
Oaken logs, if dry and old
Keep away the winter's cold
Poplar gives a bitter smoke
Fills your eyes and makes you choke
Elmwood burns like churchyard mould
Even the very flames burn cold
Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread
So it is in Ireland said
Applewood will scent the room
Pearwood smells like a flower in bloom
But ashwood wet and ashwood dry
A king may warm his slippers by!
Sunday, 19 May 2013
Sometimes in apple country you may see - Vita Sackville West
Sometimes in apple country you may see
A ghostly orchard standing all in white,
Aisles of white trees, white branches, in the green,
On some still day when the year hangs between
Winter and spring, and heaven is full of light.
"The Land" Vita Sackville West
Labels:
apple,
blossom,
orchard,
poetry,
recipes. seasonal
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