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Wednesday, 3 May 2017

The garden year

When I was a child we learned a poem.... which I had totally forgotten about until spotting one part of it over on Lainie's blog.  I had a quick look online and found it again. It takes me back to my childhood in Wales

The Garden Year

January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs
Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children’s hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots, and gillyflowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Fresh October brings the pheasant;
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast;
Then the leaves are whirling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.


  1. I had never heard this poem before. Thank you for sharing it with us! Jackie

  2. Ooooh Cherie, I remember learning (and forgetting!) this :-)