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Well, there we are, Easter has crept up on me again almost unexpectedly so am planting out what I can in the sunny moments. Brought a good few variegated plants back from Yewkay this last trip to make a bit of winter colour.

At BnQ their offers of three of four for a £10 are very good value compared to the pale offerings of my local suppliers here.

Plus the seed packet box is full or overflowing with packets so have to get on with traying those up, well, some of them, anyway.

Now, why do I feel that I am talking to myself here. Have you all gone off on some exotic holiday to, say, sunny Clacton on Sea or has our last thread bust up chased you all off? So sad when so much is happening in France and Europe.

Blathering, me, probably, but it seems so quiet here that I get worried for the future of the forum; ok, there is another one, newly started, but it is different. For a start it has ALBF and apparently no Norman.

And Hoody is apparently selling, one of out stalwarts, so sad.

By the way, one thing; the gendarme that was murdered when he took the place of a hostage must have known that the terrorist had already tried to kill other gendarme/soldiers. Was he therefore seeking martyrdom in some way? And he was a fervent Catholic and Freemason. Does this make a difference?

Just a thought?
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Fair Daffodils, we weep to see

You haste away so soon;

As yet the early-rising sun

Has not attain'd his noon.

Stay, stay,

Until the hasting day

Has run

But to the even-song;

And, having pray'd together, we

Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,

We have as short a spring;

As quick a growth to meet decay,

As you, or anything.

We die

As your hours do, and dry

Away,

Like to the summer's rain;

Or as the pearls of morning's dew,

Ne'er to be found again.

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Fair Daffodils, we weep to see

You haste away so soon;

As yet the early-rising sun

Has not attain'd his noon.

Stay, stay,

Until the hasting day

Has run

But to the even-song;

And, having pray'd together, we

Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,

We have as short a spring;

As quick a growth to meet decay,

As you, or anything.

We die

As your hours do, and dry

Away,

Like to the summer's rain;

Or as the pearls of morning's dew,

Ne'er to be found again.

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Just FYI Wooly, if you have cause to do plant shopping in the UK again, find a Morrisons supermarket. Since we moved house, I've bought loads of plants from there, mostly for around the £2 mark: shrubs, climbers, fruit bushes.....and, to date, they're all thriving. The bonus is that if they don't, they're so cheap it's not a big deal.
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To continue the flowery poetry theme:

THE FLOWERS OF THE GARAGE FORECOURT

Budding lovers beware

of the Flowers of the Garage Forecourt;

they are not for courting.

Love will not blossom

with the Flowers of the Garage Forecourt,

these blundering bouquets

of cellophaned sadness:

the slip-road roses and tarmacked tulips,

petrol pump peonies

and crushed-dream chrysanthemums.

All those dahlias of desperation.

The I-forgot-you forget-me-nots.

Please know this, would-be customers

of the Flowers of the Garage Forecourt:

romance wilts with a lack of forethought.

Beian Bilston
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Brian Bilston is a really good poet, not only creating comic verse.

“REFUGEES

They have no need of our help

So do not tell me

These haggard faces could belong to you or me

Should life have dealt a different hand

We need to see them for who they really are

Chancers and scroungers

Layabouts and loungers

With bombs up their sleeves

Cut-throats and thieves

They are not

Welcome here

We should make them

Go back to where they came from

They cannot

Share our food

Share our homes

Share our countries

Instead let us

Build a wall to keep them out

It is not okay to say

These are people just like us

A place should only belong to those who are born there

Do not be so stupid to think that

The world can be looked at another way

(now read from bottom to top)”
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Interesting post Pommier, I prefer this one personally,

On her way to work one morning

Down the path along side the lake

A tender hearted woman saw a poor half frozen snake

His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew

"Poor thing, " she cried, "I'll take you in and I'll take care of you"

"Take me in tender woman

Take me in, for heaven's sake

Take me in, tender woman, " sighed the snake

She wrapped him up all cozy in a comforter of silk

And laid him by her fireside with some honey and some milk

She hurried home from work that night and soon as she arrived

She found that pretty snake she'd taken to had been revived

"Take me in, tender woman

Take me in, for heaven's sake

Take me in, tender woman, " sighed the snake

She clutched him to her bosom, "You're so beautiful, " she cried

"But if I hadn't brought you in by now you might have died"

She stroked his pretty skin again and kissed and held him tight

Instead of saying thanks, the snake gave her a vicious bite

"Take me in, tender woman

Take me in, for heaven's sake

Take me in, tender woman, " sighed the snake

"I saved you, " cried the woman

"And you've bitten me, but why?

You know your bite is poisonous and now I'm going to die"

"Oh shut up, silly woman, " said the reptile with a grin

"You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in

"Take me in, tender woman

Take me in, for heaven's sake

Take me in, tender woman, " sighed the snake

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