Gorse and More
A paucity of gorse is quite unknown
On Aberdeenshire hills in spring.
A plethora of heather later blooms,
(The botanists distinguish Erica and Ling).
And by the sea shore drifts of thrift
Are poised to make the cliffs blush pink again.
In woodland dells, bluebells will soon appear,
And uncontrolled, marsh marigolds seize damp terrain.
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Er, sometimes poems don't turn out quite as one planned.
Happy Nature Friday folks!
Thanks again to our wonderful friends, Arty, Jakey and Rosy, for hosting the blog hop.
beautiful!!! and how great and new all things look in spring!
ReplyDeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteThey turned out just fine!!! Delightful, spring-filled post, Bertie lad. Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Bertie
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem in honor of your lovely Aberdeenshire hills. I love the subtle pops of spring technicolor too. These lines are my favorite
"And by the sea shore drifts of thrift
Are poised to make the cliffs blush pink again."
HUgs Cecilia
We love your poem and especially like the pictures of you among your beautiful wild growing flowers.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun place to explore and your blooms are so pretty, Bertie! Love your poem!
ReplyDeleteWe think it is a very fitting poem Bertie and we always loooooove seeing your beautimous WFT face and beautiful scenic views!
ReplyDeletexoxo,
Arty, Jakey & Rosy
What a glorious day! No wonder you feel poetic. Hope you didn't get any burrs in your furrs. We always do!
ReplyDeleteOh Bertie, I loved your poem! Butts, I thinks you are the most handsome poser evers! You sure do make your countryside look even more beautifuls!
ReplyDeleteKisses,
Ruby ♥
I have a hill behind my home that is solid of those yellow flowers they are starting to enter my yard but we love the way they wavy when the wind blows. Wishing you the kind of Easter
ReplyDeleteThat touches your heart like a prayer and blesses your life with the gift of amazing grace.
Sweet William The Scot
Hope you are out enjoying the world this long weekend.
ReplyDeleteHi friend!
ReplyDeleteThat is a lovely poem... Although I must admit our person was very distracted reading it. She was most caught up in the broom plants in your pictures. We have the same broom plants here. The people call it Scotch Broom, and apparently it came to live here after travelling on a boat. It has the name "invasive", and there are big campaigns all over our city where people rip it out of the ground.
All of this being said, our person quite likes it. It is very pretty when it has flowers, although ours is not quite flowering yet. And also our person likes how it smells. And also it keeps the soil in place, and where it's been ripped out all the soil is washing away. Our person does not like this part in particular.
So she was very excited to see the broom in a more native habitat. Which, oddly, or maybe not so oddly, looks quite a bit like where it grows here.
Happy Easter!
Licks,
Cobi
Hi Cobi,
DeleteIn the UK we have two common and superficially similar looking yellow flowering shrubs, gorse (also known in Scotland as whin) and broom. Broom comes into bloom a bit later in the year, but often grows alongside gorse. Gorse is the one with the prickly spines on the stems!
Toodle pip!
BBB (Budding Botanist Bertie).
What a beautiful stroll you had! No wonder that poetry came to mind! My mom loves the photos!
ReplyDeleteYour friend Kiki
Your Gorse and More is very lovely and we liked the poem.
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