Easter Zunday

Last Easter Jim put on his blue
Frock cwoat, the vu'st time - vier new;
Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass,
That glitter'd in the zun lik' glass;
An' pok'd 'ithin the button-hole
A tutty he'd a-begg'd or stole.
A span-new wes'co't, too, he wore,
Wi' yollow stripes all down avore;
An' tied his breeches' lags below
The knee, wi' ribbon in a bow;
An' drow'd his kitty-boots azide,
An' put his laggens on, an' tied
His shoes wi' strings two vingers wide,
Because 'twer Easter Zunday.

An' after mornen church wer out
He come back hwome, an' stroll'd about
All down the vields, an' drough the leane,
Wi' sister Kit an' cousin Jeane,
A-turnen proudly to their view
His yollow breast an' back 'o blue.
The lambs did play, the grounds wer green,
The trees did bud, the zun did sheen;
The lark did zing below the sky,
An' roads wer all a-blown so dry,
As if the zummer wer begun;
An' he had sich a bit o' fun!
He meade the maidens squeal an' run,
Because 'twer Easter Sunday.

Another poem in the Dorset dialect by William Barnes. Staying in Devon it would be quite an exercise to translate the poem into the Devon dialect!!

We awoke to the sound of church bells from the neighbouring church tower floating through the bedroom window. Then a large grey cat jumped up to check out who was sleeping in the spare-room. Easter Day. We exchanged chocolate eggs at breakfast and finished the last of the Hot Cross buns.

Just couldn't resist blipping this amazing lemon growing in L's conservatory. There is only one and she said she should really pick it as it is now slowly deteriorating. Hopefully there will be more as there are quite a few buds.

Arrived home late afternoon to be with T who had held the fort while we were away and managed to calve a backwards calf all on his own. Unfortunately I don't think the calf will survive but at least he got it out and saved the cow.