My marvellous Kent Claret vine ... I bought it from Victoriana Nursery to keep my ever-faithful calendulas company. Friend Wendy recommends the grapes for grape jelly.

Happy harvesting … my Great Auntie Bee's watercolour of farming life as it used to be, painted in 1950.

The creative mind in action … Coppicing days, Pheasants Coppice, Bishopsbourne.

History …In the garden of Serre de la Madonne, Menton. Seems I wasn’t the only admirer.

Happy birthday! ... My 50th Birthday Party 9th September 2010 at Jenny's, also with Hilda, Becca, Vittorio, Robin and Yvonne and Bianca - Caprese Michelangelo, Toscana. A very special day.

Birthday girl ... Mrs G picking flowers on the morning of her 80th Birthday, a few seconds before she realised that I had arrived.

THE BEACHES OF BRITAIN welcome dogs again, reports our poet Roberto. Many beaches have been out of bounds for hounds, but the first day of October opens the sandy wastes to them, too.

Doggy swimwear is probably being un-mothballed as you read this and man's best friend will be out surfing with the hardiest.

As Google reported in April, 'Summer dog beach bans have already begun in Gwynedd and will start in most areas from May 1. From then until September 30, no dogs will be allowed onto the beaches except for guide dogs for the blind.'




Sea dogs

Image of part of  a HealingGardens co dot uk webpage to illustrate the article.

Beneath the mountaineering flowers,
By chalky cliffs, for final hours,
Every sea dog’s out today,
Before the beach ban starts in May.

I wonder do old sea dogs know,
From extra pats, or longer throws,
That something strange is in the air,
Do you think they know, or care,

About the council dog days rule,
As they splash in rocky pools,
And when with sandy paws they run,
After balls, and just for fun.

Owners only own this sorrow,
Of dogless beaches, from tomorrow,
As like magicians from their sleeves,
Their dogs unwind on miles of leads.

And when October comes around,
They’ll race across the briny ground,
Like sideways kites on leads extended,
Old dogs will sense the unmissed ended,

and feel the sand in every paw,
Beached again, on sandy shores.



Thank you for visiting Healing Poetry at HealingGardens dot click, and many thanks, too, for the image by a very talented artist who lives in Wye.
30 ix 2017

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