4 Winds Lakeland Tipis
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The 4 Winds Lakeland Tipi Camp
- By Sally Thoms - 2011
“What is this life if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see in broad daylight
Streams full of stars like skies at night.
No time to turn at beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet how they dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”
- W. Davies 1871-1940.
“The absence of kithch makes our lives unbearable.
We can’t manage without Romanticism. The Garden Gnome symbolises our right to DREAMS and our yearning for a fairer better world.”
- Hundertwasser April 1990.
Oh, to be in England
Think of taking a holiday in Britain?!
“Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops--at the bent spray's edge--
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower
--Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!”
- Robert Browning 1812-1889.
“I was led into captivity by the bitch business
Not in love but in what seemed a physical necessity
And now I cannot even watch the spring
The itch for substance having become responsibility.
Monet the she-devil comes to us under many veils
Tactful at first, calling herself beauty
Tear away this disguise, she proposes paternal solitude
Assuming the dishonest face of duty.
Suddenly you are in bed with a screeching tear-sheet
This is money at last without her night –dress
Clutching you against her fallen udders and sharp bones
In an unscrupulous and deserved embrace.”
- by C.H.Sisson 1914.
“Grow some veg, even in the smallest pot or on a windowsill or get an allotment to share with friends"
What to grow, when to sow and how to grow it: www.rhs.org.uk
“The absence of kithch makes our lives unbearable. We can’t manage without Romanticism. The Garden Gnome symbolises our right to DREAMS and our yearning for a fairer better world”
- Hundertwasser April 1990.