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In honour of W.B. Yeats #Yeats 2015

In honour of  W.B Yeats Day #Yeats2015

The silver apples of the moon,
 The golden apples of the moon

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

image copyright Linda E Clarke Illustration

Fat Pants

Think that this little guy might be the start of a new way of looking at my fruit and veg. I just might not get much cooked from now on. Who could eat this guys fat pants?