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Dodder diary, 8 October 2009

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Close bosom-friends of the maturing sun

Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Old friends

Old friends

Dodder regulars

Dodder regulars

I think this is the elusive Dipper

I think this is the elusive Dipper

Conspiring with him how to load and bless    With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,    And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;       To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease,       For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

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Written by SOKNH

October 8, 2009 at 11:37

Posted in Dodder Diary

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  1. It is indeed a Dipper – nice to spot one on the Dodder

    iamagnat

    October 8, 2009 at 21:09

    • Thanks Clodagh!

      sheilaokelly

      October 8, 2009 at 21:17


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