Tuesday, February 17, 2009


E is for...
an eclectic mix of evening entries.


First, some pictures taken in the early evening after a fresh snowfall:








We step back in time to see the Agastache bush on the right in the above photo in early evening at the height of summer:


Finally, a poem conjuring up the evening:


THE ECHOING GREEN


The Sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells' chearful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the Echoing Green.


Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say:
'Such, such were the joys
'When we all, girls and boys,
'In our youth time were seen
'On the Echoing Green.'

Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like the birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening Green.


William Blake

8 comments:

TYRA Hallsénius Lindhe said...

Beatiful pictures and excellent words.


Great choice.

Tyra

Jane Hards Photography said...

So pretty

spacedlaw said...

I love the second picture, it's got a beautiful light. Good E.

photowannabe said...

I like your early evening shots. Great poem too.

Anonymous said...

Great photos and great poem.
Love them both!

Tumblewords: said...

Excellent E!

Karyn said...

very pretty pictures...love the evening light.

Thanks for dropping by!

Unknown said...

Very pretty. I love that word: ecclectic. Super fun!