and having writ moves on.
I began looking at my blog at 8.30 this morning, nine o'clock has just struck in the dining room and I am still at my computer - in my dressing gown (it is one of the few mornings in the week when there is absolutely no rush to have a shower and get ready to go somewhere). So what news this morning?
The farmer has just put the food we bought yesterday out at the bird table and scattered poultry wheat on the floor. Within a couple of minutes eighteen collared doves were on the grass scoffing the wheat. We hear so many stories about declining bird populations but this is one of the huge success stories - in fact since they arrived here (I believe in around the fifties) they have become so succesful that they are almost a nuisance. But they are a pretty bird and goodness knows how they ever breed so successfully because their nests are terrible ('two sticks across and a little bit of moss' as the poet says). We have several nests in our Scots Pines and are always finding broken eggs on the lawn beneath during the nesting season.
Today, one of my favourite days in the month, is our Poetry Day when anything up to fifteen of us meet in friend W's conservatory to read our favourite poems (and maybe have a short discussion afterwards). One of the nice things is choosing them and I sat for an hour or two last evening doing just that. The trouble is that once you open a poetry book it is easy to get carried away and just read on:
I had been reading about Carol Rumens and her poetry (she was heavily influenced by Philip Larkin. I am reading her poem 'Coming Home' about returning home from across the channel. She gets across very well in her final stanza how small each individual is in the world.
And then a Philip Larkin - one of my favourites 'Maiden Name'.
Then a Ted Hughes 'A Pink Wool Knitted Dress', such a sad poem in the light of the marriage of Hughes and Plath, about their wedding day.
If there is time I shall end with 'Little Trotty Wagtail' by John Clare - because we have a pied wagtail who visits our front lawn every morning - his nest must be somewhere near and he is such a neat and pretty bird.