A Real Summer Sunday

At Last We Get A Summer Morning


   An easy breeze and a sea of sunshine floods the fens this morning, at last we have a real summer start to this day of rest, blooms and blossom fill the east anglian air with sweet cent and the bird world seems so busy once more. The rains of the past week left the soil soft and the hedgerows clean and fresh, now the summer sun can warm our world and bring again happy faces to coastline, insect life will once more roam reed and sedge while waters crystal clear hold another world of natures building.
   Once more this bead maker will work with his flame while another Sunday passes, his garden he will tend in afternoon sun and evening pond will be his friend, his dreams will walk on silent beaches and wonder through oak forest where dappled shade will dance and streams will trickle, to some his life is dull and slow but this bead hermit will enjoy the trips of his mind once more while his beads are made, his world so rich tho pocket poor will ride these sun filled days and his simple life will hold his heart so full of fight.