I have nothing to post on Allotments or planting today, so decided to share a favourite poem.
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
William Butler Yeats
101 miles of the Ulster Way
13 hours ago