Monday Work

I've been reading again ( really must stop that....especially since there are apples to be picked) And it seemed appropriate to the day. A poem by Richard Le Gallienne "I Meant to do my Work Today"

 (baby Varied Thrush)

I meant to do my work today, but a brown bird sang in the apple tree...

                                   

      .....and a butterfly flitted across the field......

                          ............and all the leaves were calling me.

                              And the wind went sighing over the land.............
              
                                             Tossing the grasses to and fro...............

                           .....And a ranbow held out its shining hand...............
                 
                                   So what could I do, but laugh and go?

 ( Verbascum)

                          (Can always pick apples tomorrow....................)