Category — Lincolnshire

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She came rushing in, or though it seemed to me,

disbelief that this colourful Lady with her cloak of reds and golds had already arrived, when I glanced from my window.

I must have been looking the other way!

but then we don’t count the days pursuing more important matters now…

As the relentless stricken battle appears once more

on the horizon, had she come to distract my mind or bring colours to my heart?

This feckless stunning Lady who sheds her clothes

and scatters them where she will, like drops of tears in

a template of sadness perhaps?

A powerful change of authority as restless and now incipient to decay.

Old roses fade and fall like shattered fragments of glass from a precious mirror,

the hedgerows become bare, no  more luscious berries

but still holding onto their thin strips of  life.

Leaves, could they ever be more beautiful? 

turning to deep maroons and burnished, glinting,  jewelled colours.

Conkers appearing from their secret shells to fall in copper splendour from the impressive stately Horse Chestnut trees.   

We arrived, like we had  just opened our eyes.

Another Autumn! who would have believed we would

see this majestic Lady together, dumbstruck once more at her  beauty

but belligerently waging war on staying in our perfect peaceful Summer… 

not for us, the rushing of time…

@Copyright Susie Hemingway 2009

Photo at “Hemingway”

We decided as we had a full house at “Hemingway” for the Bank Holiday Weekend to visit a lovely beach close to our home here in the East Midlands. The weather was fair with plenty  of warm sun and a brisk breeze  that helped the colourful Kites reach their blustery heights. There were ten of us in all, so plenty of willing hands to push Hamada’s chair along the old fashioned promenade to reach our base for the day at one of the brightly coloured chalets  perched high with their watchful eyes, newly painted wood and so many memories of  families gone before. They made a stunning border along the seafront.

Hamada was thrilled with being by the sea again, such a favourite place and reminding him immediately of  his childhood growing up close to the Sea in Alexandria, Egypt, where as children they also had a beach hut. A smile seldom left his face all day. He watch intently at all about him, enjoying his family and the fun and laughter we all had. Savouring the good fish and chip lunch, nothing quite so enjoyable as eating this English delight, washed down with a nice glass of Bollinger’s. Much flying of kites , Matt, Jo and Stuart steering their garish coloured Kites high for us to see clearly at our good advantage point and our little Grandson even braving the cold North Sea!

A loving  family like many others, tucking into ice-cream, happy to be together and enjoying the banter and fun of a typical English Summer Day. Just as Hamada said “ A very comforting Day”

10561 view @ September 1 2009.

It was our village ‘open gardens’ day this Sunday, the morning dawned fair and after such preparation from the eleven sensational gardens that would be open to the public, we knew we were in for an exciting and enticing day. Abundant flower drenched bowers, roses dripping in splendour,  colourful arbour’s, covering walkways, plants of  such exotic delights, lawns manicured to perfection, handmade paths so clever in design.  All manner of interest and panoramic views to mesmerize, scents to please the senses and calm and serene borders and textures. Corners of interest and wonderful hidden places to sit and view awhile.  Vegetables crammed and laden, bursting full of goodness and showing skills of years of knowledge and precious tending. For many of the gardens with chickens, ducks and geese producing a self sufficiency with daily  eggs, crops of every vegetable,  fresh and packed full of glorious vitamins.  We feasted on wonderful fare on the stroll around the lanes of this enchanting village, stopping for a ploughman’s lunch with a selection of English cheeses and pickle and a cooling drink at the hottest part of the day. Then peeping into our little church to view the theme displays of flowers, some shown below.  On we went, with ice-cream in hand to end our very English day at the last garden for afternoon tea and delicious cakes and scones laden with strawberries and cream. My photos do not do justice to these wonderful gardens but perhaps will give you my reader a little idea of this heavenly day…

As most of my readers know, I am very fortunate to live in a lovely Wolds Village in Lincolnshire. Living in such a beautiful  place often  turns up rather special days. The views shown above are  from my windows which especially at this time of the year are magnificent. Always changing  like the seasons, the sheep arriving in the spring and then within a glance the spectacular Lincoln Red Cows have taken their place!  So the ‘pictures’  I see, often change by the hour. I do spend rather a lot of time looking at this  stunning change of scene. Then sometimes a little ‘extra gift’ is thrown into the melting pot of nature. Imagine my surprise when gazing with morning coffee in hand and there standing proudly in my garden was the  most exquisite Peacock. He stood surveying the scene seeming very tame.  Not wanting to frighten him I crept closer with camera in hand. He later accepted some bird seed and small nuts and enjoyed a chat staying for the day, sitting on my wall in the dark and then returning again for the next three days. I was sad to see him go but  Mr Peacock was last seen walking down the lanes of this very special Village What a  gift!

I was lucky enough to be invited onto BBC Radio Lincolnshire to be interviewed about my poetry by Judy Theobald, we spent a great 15 minutes chatting about my website and all the things that inspire me.

You can listen to our chat by just clicking here : interview.mp3

Or over on the BBC iPlayer site here - I’m about 35 minutes into the programme ( you may need to install real player to make that work – but I’ve had the interview edited for the link above).

Can be found at http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com

I have spent the morning baking for our Village Spring Flower Show, which is tomorrow.  In the morning I will pick a  flower or two and some nice greenery, to make a small display to enter. There are not  many flowers in my garden that are in bloom at the moment, mostly daffodils but I will see what I can come up with. Although listed as a flower show, there is always a very successful baking section, a wonderful display of scrumptious home baking.  Cakes, scones, flans, jams, lemon-curds all manner of goodies . There are some very fine cooks and chefs in the Village but it’s always great fun to enter even as a novice. Some of the men, who would never normally cook  have a  go, and I can vouch that some of their  flapjacks turn out to be very fine indeed!  When the serious business of  judging is over, all the items are auctioned off, which is such great fun, causing a lot of merriment, as we all get to bid on each others offerings and very often go home with something special for tea.

Shown above: Two simple fruit cakes with a little touch of  brandy in each. One ‘old fashioned’ Apple-pie, and Two,  Ham, Mustard, Egg and Cheese Flans.

How nice to be published today in this unusual collection of  poetry.  These poems were written by a group of  this country’s poets about life here in the UK.  Putting together their feelings, thoughts and opinions about their homeland which defines our unique culture and spirit.  A somewhat different style for me, as I am known for my ‘poems of  love’  see  http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com  still in many ways my poem written about Horncastle  and shown here below, is still in a way, a poem of love. 

Published by United Press Ltd 2009.

It’s been a long Winter this year but today the sun shone as tender shoots  started to turn green. The vivid yellow of the Laburnum was in evidence from my windows and the air had that little hint.  As the sheep returned to the fields even the Cat came along to saviour this glorious sunny morning. Yes, I know we had heavy snow here last year  on Easter  Sunday! when it was even difficult to get in and out of  the village but although chilly today, it indeed feels like Spring has come. 

Decided to make a giant 13 inch Chicken Pie to take on Saturday for the “Pie and Pea do” at the Village Hall.  I do hope they enjoy.

An evening with the Ploughmans Bunch and friends coming up next Saturday in our little village.  Looking forward to that, a great group see http://www.pbunch.blogspot.com and www.myspace.com/ploughmensbunch. Oh dear! and I forgot I am reading a couple of my poems too! should be a fun evening.

Such a great dish for those colder days, long slow cooking is the secret , the more hours on a very low temperature ensures the most succulent and tender lamb.

1 lamb shank per person, some rosemary and thyme – fresh is best.1 clove of garlic per shank, carrots and onions , a good rich stock and at least half a pint of good red wine about 50/50, to cover the entire shanks.

Dust shanks in a little flour and brown on all side in a little olive oil, place in good large casserole pot. Then fry the onions in the same pan until a lovely golden brown  add the sliced carrots and chopped garlic and stir in with the onions and cook for a min or two further, then add generous amounts of rosemary and thyme, salt and black pepper.

Place this mixture on top of the lamb shanks in the casserole, add stock and the  red wine to cover and place in a pre- heated oven cook on high for  10 min’s then turn down to a low temperature about 150c and cook for as long as possible -  I usually cook them all afternoon. If you are doing a large number – separate into two dishes and use  appropriate amounts of carrots and onions.

Serve with love and a good bowl of  fresh spinach, lovely creamy mash or Baked potatoes , it makes a great hearty supper dish for colder days.

This very enticing bustling town

With old streets that go round and round

With brimming river running through

It was so nice to share with you

A market place that stands so proud

Where, on a good day, the crowds abound

Horncastle, its charms and you

With seagulls and a sky of blue

We stood to watch the ducks in view

A  lovely place to spend us two,

A  charming town with lovely folk

Who always stop to chat and joke,

The pretty streets in olden days

A halcyon town in every way

Time spent in Horncastle  dear with you

A smile it brings when I review…

Copyright@ 2008

Poem selected for publication in  the  forthcoming book “Heartlands”

Photos Courtesy of Matt Rutherford: All Rights Reserved.

The following poem has been written to be read at our Community Carol service this year. We have the most wonderful trail of sixteen brilliant  rope-light pictures,  depicting the Nativity  and telling so beautifully, the Christmas story. The route is shown on a map at the Village Hall and follows a trail through the fields and along the lanes of our tiny village.  We all gather together for the displays to be switched on and to sing carols and to watch the fun of a small play. Afterwards we enjoy a supper of festive treats. The Trail remains lit between 5pm and 9pm each day up to and including Christmas Day.