Remind me it is summer!

A Photo a Day
Wilma, last night.

Typical British weather Forecast

It will be raining all Day
with short intervals of showers
you may not see the sun
for many many hours

By Seed4ever D. D.

This is how we all feel about the weather!
Wilma's body language says it all, an ideal contribution for Misty Dawn'sCamera Critters
Yesterday, (Saturday) Wilma and i managed a good walk early morning. We no sooner returned home when the skies opened and we had a torrential downpour.

Right now, the sky looks a bit dodgy!
We are hoping for a few hours of dryness and if this is the case we will go to Whitby for lunch,
but we know rain is expected this afternoon!

As you know I enjoy poetry. I have written some over the years and will share some if you are not careful! LOL! Recently however I have been really inspired by the poetry of George Skaife.
He is an elderly man who lives in the neighbouring village of Easington.
His work is particularly inspired by the surrounding countryside.
I shared one of his poems some time ago and when I was speaking to him on Friday he was particularly touched by the responses I told him about. He is 90 now, his sight is deteriorating and he is slightly deaf. Tomorrow I am going to have a cup of tea with him. He is thrilled that I want to share his poetry here on my blog and is giving me some of his poetry books.
I can not tell you how touched I am.
I am looking forward to tomorrow, I will share later in the week.

In the meantime, here is the poem I shared earlier.

Wayside World
By George Skaife

Come, take a quiet evening stroll
Down a pleasant country lane
Into Nature's "wayside world"
A wide and wonderful domain

Within these wild grass verges
Often hidden from view
We find wild, blue forget me nots
The yellow primrose touched with dew

Here, white umbrella flowers sway
On a sea of tall hedge parsley
Soft whispering in the undergrowth
On a stoat looking unwary

High above the wayside
A kestrel hovers in the sky
In fear the timid creatures hide
To escape its eagle eye

Browsing in warm sunlight
On the purple thistles head
We see the colourful butterflies
Their fragile wings outspread

Scattered along the hedgerows
Standing tall in wild confusion
Foxglove and Rose Bay Willow herb
With scarlet poppies in confusion

The beauty of a wild dog rose
Sweet honeysuckle's clinging vine
Shy violets hang their dropping heads
Where twisting stems entwine

From deep within these leafy bowers
We hear the cheerful cries
Of Chaffinch, Wren and Blackbird
Their melodies fill the skies

Among these wayside flowers
The constant hum of busy bees
Green dragonflies hang motionless
In the warm, soft summer breeze

Now as the twilight shadows fall
On this peaceful countryside
We slowly homeward wend our way
In the gentle hush of eventide