Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Jelly Belly

Miss T.

It's a very odd thing—
….As odd as can be—
That whatever Miss T. eats
….Turns into Miss T.;
Porridge and apples,
….Mince, muffins, and mutton,
Jam, junket, jumbles—
….Not a rap, not a button
It matters; the moment
….They're out of her plate,
Though shared by Miss Butcher
….And sour Mr. Bate,
Tiny and cheerful,
….And neat as can be,
Whatever Miss T. eats
….Turns into Miss T.

Poem by Walter de le Mare.
Photo by me.  Wanna eating fresh raspberry jelly - see previous post.
A slower sort of' 'busy' has taken over this week.  I'm in a new job with masses of reading, perched in a temporary seat.  The electrician is due any day to re-wire the dodgy circuit but keeps cancelling.  We are fast approaching the end of term 3 and the children need new books for piano lessons.  It is a period of transition and upgrades.  Enough to give us jelly legs.


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