Today was our Poetry afternoon and was just as enjoyable as ever. Around eight to a dozen of us sit in friend W's conservatory and read three or four of our favourite poems. It is always an uplifting afternoon and we hear poetry we know and love and poetry which is new to us. Just a minimum of information and maybe a little discussion afterwards - it is perhaps my favourite afternoon of the whole month.
The farmer is a little improved this evening and although not yet up to working, he is up, dressed and pottering about. And he has taken Tess into the fields a couple of times today. She was heartily sick of being taken down the lane on the lead by me, but the fields are so wet and uneven that I really dare not venture into them.
I have really appreciated your comments this week - what a boost they have been. That is one of the really positive things about blogging I think, don't you ? So thank you to you all.
Almost back to normal. That's a relief. The tractor will be chugging on its away before you know it :)
ReplyDeleteGlad that you enjoyed your afternoon with your poetry friends and that the Farmer is further improved and able to get out for fresh air. Your good care I am sure helped in his recovery and do hope to hear continued good news following the doctor visit.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that the Farmer is feeling better and that you had an enjoyable afternoon at the poetry reading. I truly enjoy reading about your days.
ReplyDeleteWow ! Very good news of the Farmer progress.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry afternoon in W's conservatory always sound so lovely and rather uplifting.
I can imagine Tess is very happy on her longer walks.
cheers, parsnip
Lots of good positive news :-)
ReplyDeleteSounds like good progress for the Farmer and being with friends is always a mood lifter. I know that I always look forward to reading the comments left by others.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a lovely afternoon - I love hearing about it each time. Glad the farmer is doing a bit better.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry session sounds like just what you needed. Hope the Farmer has good news tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteGood to hear the Farmer is on the mend, and you had such a lovely afternoon.
ReplyDeleteI am not that much into poetry myself, but spending time with a group of friends is always great.
You can't keep a good man down!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear of your husband's illness. I hope he is soon able to get back to work again as he wants to be. I wonder if it is a "bug"? My OH has been in a similar way - dizzy and nauseous, and had to go back to bed one morning (unheard of). He took Stugeron (for travel sickness) which he was prescribed for a similar bug years ago. Now he seems to be mended, but for 48 hours he was feeling rough.
ReplyDeleteI can understand how much pleasure you get from the poetry meetings. My brain could do with some cultured moments, but I have to make do with Radio 4!
I am sure your poetry afternoon gave you a boost, and am glad to hear that the farmer continues to feel stronger. These horrid viruses can really take some getting rid of. Bad grammar!
ReplyDeleteSometimes more seems to be happening in small communities than larger ones.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry meetings sound lovely. It's good to hear your husband is on the mend. For someone as active as he is, it must be very frustrating to be kept in the house and lying down. Hopefully not too much longer. -Jenn
ReplyDeleteI just can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon than sharing poetry with friends! And the Farmer's on the mend to boot!
ReplyDeleteSo glad the Farmer is on the mend! Do hope that he is soon back to normal.My daughter had a similar bug a fortnight ago and is still recovering from it.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry afternoons do sound like great occasions. Seeing friends and sharing poetry, new and familiar, in pleasant surroundings must be enriching in many ways.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that the Farmer was able to get out into the fields with Tess.
Hoping all goes well at the doctor's today.
xo
So sorry to visit and find The Farmer has been unwell. All of us send our very best wishes for continued recovery!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Pamela
Here's a challenge for your poetry group Mrs Weaver... Everyone to write their own poem to be read out and discussed at a future meeting. These new poems to be no longer than twenty lines each and all to reflect upon life in and around the Yorkshire Dales... including favourite places, the weather or the passage of time. I guess some of the other members of the group might be nervous about such a challenge but it is, I suggest, a risk worth taking.
ReplyDeletethanks for calling in everybody. Yorkshire Pudding - I am sure your suggestion would be greeted with horror by our group. I did write "poetry" at one time until I came to the conclusion that it was actually rubbish I was writing. Quite a few of our members are retired English teachers and one or two have an extensive knowledge of English poetry, so our meetings do help us to learn such a lot about the subject. I think we all get as much pleasure from choosing what we are going to read out as we do from the actual reading - it is so easy with good poetry to settle down to look for a poem and find that an hour has passed before a decision is made.
ReplyDeleteThe farmer appreciates your good wishes. He had a hiccup this morning when he went to sleep in the chair and I couldn't wake him up. I had to call the paramedic - who gave him a thorough going over and also got him an instant referral to our GP, who did the same. The conclusion was that it was some kind of flu bug and that he had become dehydrated - plenty of fluid later and he seems to be on the mend.
So sorry to hear that the farmer has had a hiccup, that must have been a very traumatic time for you both. It sounds as though he'll soon be back to normal if he keeps the fluids intake up - we hope so, anyway.
ReplyDeleteRumour has it that Yorkshire Pudding is writing a poem about a certain misunderstood chocolate bunny called Clint, who resides, (as YP puts it) in the colonies. Perhaps your poetry group would invite him to read it to you? Then again, perhaps not !