SEASONS – April buds and flowers

Sonnet 98:
From you have I been absent in the spring
by William Shakespeare

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

For: SEASONS- April Frivolicious, #MySundayPhoto – Bloom & Wild and Fuzzy Rides Tanforan Mall (Sundays In My City)

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A Day in Birmingham

Birmingham is a major city in England’s West Midlands region, with multiple Industrial Revolution-era landmarks that speak to its history as a manufacturing powerhouse. It’s also home to an extensive network of canals, many of which radiate from Sherborne Wharf and are lined with trendy cafes and bars. In the city centre, the Victorian Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery is known for pre-Raphaelite masterpieces. (Wikipedia)


For: #MySundayPhoto – Eastbourne Harbour , Church of 8 Wheels (Sundays In My City) and #SilentSunday 20 March 2016

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Suburban Life

Suburban life is what I know
Not a lot of things happening
Just enduring sunshine or snow
Dogs are barking, children are playing

Children go to school on their bikes
Mums love their coffee mornings
Teenagers on their motorbikes
Grannies counting their blessings

Dads go to work every day in a suit
Relatively safe, no theft and disturbances
Some take their umbrellas as they commute
Gardens full of flowers, climbers on their fences

Neighbours accept the parcel from the post
When you’re not there – ah such convenience
And when on holiday there’s no need to boast
They’ll ring you when there’s an emergence

Mrs. Booth is a teacher, Mr. Smith’s a scientist
Mr. Jones works in a bank, Mrs. Jones’ a nurse
There’s always music at the Langers’, they’re artists
Painters, decorators and all the jobs in the universe

We saw the children as they grew, as they moved out
Grill party in the summer, harvest one in autumn
Each one bring some meat and salad on a cookout
We’re not really close, but we see them in random

For New Year’s Eve we all celebrate with a big bang
Living a life in the suburb is not a bad thing indeed
Being good neighbours come back like boomerang
In our small estate, there’s no need to get worried

For: Music Friday #23: “Neighborhood” by Space