Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wander’d lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the...
Read moreI wander’d lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the...
Read moreWith children’s theatre, it is quite hit and miss. You could take your eager youngster to see a play, the book of which he or she loves and they could end up...
Read moreBirthday parties and Christmas pretty much rule the lives of all young children. A birthday party while it brings untold, immeasurable joy and excitement to the little one, can cause an enormous...
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Read moreSlowly the glorious hues of Autumn give way to the grey gloom of Winter. The tree bare their branches standing lonely and eerie against a grim sky. If we are lucky enough...
Read moreThe glorious hues of the leaves reflect every shade of red, gold, orange and yellow imaginable and happy children run straight through neatly organised piles of fallen leaves in parks as Autumn drapes her...
Read moreWhen that cold nip has not quite left the air but the clear skies, daffodils, cherry blossoms and snow drops, lift their heads, when the calls of the birds returning from their long...
Read moreSummer Sun (from A Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)) Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing...
Read moreWhen the summer sun shines down, for a few days, a week, or even a few weeks, the whole of St John’s Wood bursts into bloom. (I should apologise here because unfortunately, I...
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