Goldfinch60

British Springtime.



Onto the lawn I stride,

A beautiful sunny day.

I hit a ball straight,

Straight towards the hoop,

But it disappears

As the snow falls down.

I walk to find the ball,

The sun reappears,

The ball is seen.

I hit it again

But again it is lost

As the snow comes down again.

So there we are playing croquet

In the sun and snow

With the east wind freezing us,

But then we accept this as the norm,

This typical British Springtime.

Comments4

  • orchidee

    It's them (lesser-known snow?) April showers!
    Good write Gold.

  • Doggerel Dave

    It is an addiction beyond all reason or comprehension - are you sure you don't want to seek counselling, Andy? :-)

    • Goldfinch60

      I might have to Dave as I look upon croquet as my drug of choice.😂😂😂

    • Michael Edwards

      Ta 4 the smile - it stopped me from dividng the eupatoriums and killed the blossom on the magnolias - not a good day.

      • Goldfinch60

        My pleasure Michael.
        Shame about the magnolias.

        Andy

      • L. B. Mek

        so well articulated, but I don't know if that's just Spring, even our British Summer's get a little temperamental, especially when we walk down a busy high-street and find people drenched wet at one end and sweating buckets the other, lol
        though personally I wouldn't have it any other way!
        I found this a somewhat nostalgic read Andy (not quite sure why)

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Mek, British weather can have all types in one day no matter which season it is supposed to be.

          Andy



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