A magic tree

Out walking this afternoon with our best friends and our dogs we found this magical tree.

It’s another reminder that Autumn is definitely here. Some children or young at heart adults had spent time to make a beautiful tree out of all the signs of Autumn.

I honestly think this work of art, and work of art it is, is proof that Autumn Annie exists.

As we went along our way

Out on our walk with friends today.

We found a magical woodland tree

Such a lovely sight to see.

Someone hand spent time and loving care

To let us know that Autumn Annie has been there. 

Sniffing our dogs, Monty and Ruby

Stopped to check if it was a real tree

And of course to have a Pee!

Autumn is here.

Autumn met with me today

Blowing my cobwebs away.

She invites leaves down  from the trees

To dance and fly around as they please.

A carpet of acorns she has laid down

And conkers in hues of reddish brown.

She likes the dark and mysteries 

Look what she is doing to the trees

There is colour too, all is not dead

Yellows,Green, Brown and splendid Red.

You can smell the bonfires on the air

Halloween’s up her sleeve so beware.

Autumn here,she has made her stand

Bannished Summer with a wave of her hand.

She has reign until Winter arrives

Autumn will bluster and thrive.

 A brave flower stands defiant in the chill

Hanging onto life, not heeding Autum’s will.

An empty bench among the leaves

Does Autumn sit there as her magic she weaves?

So welcome Autumn let you winds blow

The cycle of the seasons will not change I know.

Welcome Autumn Annie

 All photos mine except for the fairy image,  Found at.

Interior Design and Baby Grows!

Buy me !

Buy me !

Buy me, buy me came  the chant

Buy me, buy me came the shout

You know you want to, don’t say  you can’t.

We are just what you need without a doubt.

 

After coffee what shall we do

Ladies of leisure today just us two.

Let’s go and look at interior designs

Then that special shop ? yes,that’s fine.

 

You need ideas for decorating your dinning room

While I want to clothe my Newbie who is due soon!

We had a busy day and we walked  miles

We saw some fabulous interiors and shared a lot  of smiles.

Thanks L. for the toy

Thanks L. for the toy

 

We both did what we had in mind to do, on our shared  busy day

Thank you for the gift with which,the unborn Newbie will play.

I have always hated  shopping it has always seemed such a chore.

But with the unborn Newbie  to shop for it is a chore no more!!

 

 

Another glimpse of my day, hope it’s not too banal.  😉 xxxxx

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo Day 13 Walking in the rain

Today is day 13  of NaPoWriMo   Today’s prompt is to write a poem on what we see when on a walk , I also wrote some of the random thoughts that come into your head when out on that walk.

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Walking in the rain

Pull my hood up against the rain,

with your hood up the drops are not such a pain.

Down the sheltered path towards the fields

No one trims the bushes, so you need to keep your eyes peeled.

Opps! mind the dog mess, careless owners are such a pest!

I’d like to find them and rub their noses in the mess!

Through the gate and along the cinder path

Look at the squirrels dashing about , they do make me laugh.

Wave to friends walking their  lovely pets

They all pick up their dog’s mess not one of them forgets!

I  bet you think  I am ranting on about dog poo!

Sorry  that is not what I intended to do!

Turn off the path and enter the field past the slide and swings

Usually busy with children  but in this rain they are neglected things.

Lots of memories come flooding back of the boys dashing here and there

Shouting playing having fun a call of ,” time to go”, answered by a chorus of  “It’s not fair!”

They’re all men  with busy lives, yes they’ve grown and flown

Sometime soon they will walk here with me with children of their own .

Cross the field, now a park yet I remember when we first came here

It was still part of a farm . We trod carefully up the path for of cows I had a fear!

No cows now, to  the right a pleasant view and to my left hundreds of houses

Some ordered and plain, some bedecked with Wisteria  looking like brightly coloured blouses!

Reach the top and out the gate to meet the main road atop the hill

busy now full of  cars and lorries, time was it was quiet and still.

Down the road towards the town past the auction rooms and the church

The old police station  now flats across from the Tudor House on which the Magpies perch.

Boom the noise hits you now for we are in the town with people hustling

Up and down busy with their lives in and out of the shops bustling.

We’ve got buildings old and new and coffee shops galore

We have all the shops you get in towns now , a library, restaurants and more.

It’s Saturday and the market is on, such a shame it’s cold and raining.

The people on the stalls look wet and cold  but their demeanor shows they are not complaining.

Walking past the clothes shops and the nail bars, they are popular in our town we have three!

Estate agents, and coffee shops plus some household names, its buzzing here such a lot to see.

At the big church at the other end of town opposite the pub I turn back on to my route

There  is traffic coming at me and the wind and rain, the drivers are impatient listen to them toot.

I often wonder if they think harassing pedestrians  like me is fair game.

I always like to think that I drive well, I wonder if  like them, I am just the same?

Follow this road I love, lined each side with houses and with trees

They have built so much along here since we came, planners, no more please.

OH!  nearly home the high hedges of our house I can spy

Damn I am really wet now soaked by a careless driver passing by!

Oh! well at least I am nearly home and I can change my clothes

The kettle won’t take long to boil and there are new biscuits, yes I’ll have one of those.

It is always good to have a walk and let the mind and memory roam free

Fresh air, even if wet , people and sights to see then when you get home again a lovely cup f tea.

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