I am so proud of our little strawberry patch this year! Since planting the strawberry plants a couple of years ago, we have had weak harvest results. The disproportionate seed-versus-fruit ratio on our small strawberry plants always made such seedy and strange jam, and the strawberries themselves offered such slim pickings. This year, we have dutifully watered and weeded our tiny patch, and now, we can't keep up with the strawberry bounty! On hot days, we have to go outside to pick the berries at least twice a day, morning and night, so that the sun doesn't spoil the fruit. We also have to contend with pesky garden rabbits. (In the past, we were always on the side of Peter Rabbit, but these days, we are Team Mr. McGregor all the way!) The strawberries taste so good that there is nothing leftover to make jams or jellies: the girls eat the fruit right from the garden with the juice dripping down their fingers and onto their pretty summer dresses. It is such a simple, wonderful family activity this strawberry patch business. Now, we wait for autumn to see how our pumpkin plants will fare...
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Showing posts with label Peter Rabbit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peter Rabbit. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Friday, February 28, 2014
Tales of Beatrix Potter (Perfect Day)
The BBC Peter Rabbit series is beautiful in every way. I especially love the music which is so gorgeously composed by Colin Towns; the closing credits (see above) feature Miriam Stockley's performance of "Perfect Day" which I adore and love and hope to learn by memory (lyrics below).
The rain has moved on
And left a new day
Nothing seems to move everything is still
It’s just a perfect day
The shadows and light
That move with the wind
Hidden violets grow splashed with summer spray
Just another perfect day
On the wild and misty hillside
Fear is nature’s warning
Hunger here is never far away
And all of this world
Is for children who play
Days that never end
always should remain
Another perfect day
And left a new day
Nothing seems to move everything is still
It’s just a perfect day
The shadows and light
That move with the wind
Hidden violets grow splashed with summer spray
Just another perfect day
On the wild and misty hillside
Fear is nature’s warning
Hunger here is never far away
And all of this world
Is for children who play
Days that never end
always should remain
Another perfect day
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