The Song of the Hawthorn Fairy'

These thorny branches bore the May
So many months ago,
That when the scattered petals lay
Like drifts of fallen snow,
"This is the story's end," you said;
But O, not half was told!
For see, my haws are here instead. and hungry birdies shall be fed
On these when days are cold
Cicely Mary Barker.

A rest day today after our trip to London yesterday. Got the deckchair out and read for awhile...but the wind was too cold. We are told rain is on it's way for tomorrow..Bank Holiday Monday.