It’s not exactly SCONE to plan!

It’s not exactly SCONE to plan!

Depending on your nationality, dialect and whether you eat tomAYtoes or tomARtoes will have a bearing on your pronunciation of this week’s Monday Munchies title.

I asked the maid in dulcet tone
To order me a buttered scone;
The silly girl has been and gone
And ordered me a buttered scone.

Source, Wikipedia (Anon.)

Personally, having the flattened Yorkshire tones peculiar to the East Riding of the county, it makes no sense to me. You see, I’m a ‘scone as in bone‘, not a ‘scone as in gone‘ kinda girl. Actually, I’m more ‘scern as in fern‘ (Mum’s been on fern, she’s made a batch o’ scerns…) but enough about my accent…I’ll leave you to decipher the translation!


However, as today marks Burns’ Night in Scotland, I thought I’d honour their pronunciation for the purpose of making my title work! Oh, and because I discovered something I wasn’t aware of: Scones originate from Scotland!

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Wednesday Lensday: It’s not Charlotte’s…

It’s Katie’s web.

Named after the car it had entangled, one foggy, soggy morning. The webs were everywhere – this spider (spiders?) had been extremely busy, criss-crossing the vehicles and the garden. Had I not been on my way out to work, I’d have stopped to snap more, taking advantage of the heavy moisture which adorned the intricacies with jewel like droplets.

-Walter Scott-

O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to decieve.

Whilst the first image was taken only a couple of days ago, the second is a few years old. During a winter when we had unprecedented snowfall, this frozen entrapment was still clinging to its moorings, long after the thaw began.

The poem I found is by E.B. White. I don’t remember reading it before,  despite having read Charlotte’s Web (is it from the book?) but I love the first verse particularly. 🙂

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The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

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What’s your favourite spider poem / song? I’d love to hear them in the comments. As always, thanks for looking!

Image Credits: All my own so please be sweet and ask before sharing. 🙂

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Wednesday Lensday: It’s all Moo-nochrome…

Yes, cheesy title I know, but I couldn’t resist! I’ve been a little busy this week to process further images from our Ireland trip, so I thought I’d share some previously taken a little closer to home.

We’re lucky enough to live near a large area of common pasture land that is home to several herds of cattle. I’m quite a fan of cows (I think it’s their large emotional eyes), especially the shaggy, Highland variety. ‘Our’ cows, which are a mixed bag of Friesians and other dairy types, roam freely, often wandering into town and turning up in unlikely places. Whilst I always think it would be lovely to open the curtains and spot a cow in the garden, it’s probably a good job we live just far enough away for this not to happen – I doubt I’d be happy with crushed plant pots!

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In addition to the images, I’ve added in a little poetry. It’s actually a Kenning – a collection of words that describe an object, derived from Old Norse and later used strongly in Icelandic and Anglo-Saxon poetry. I love poetry but I’m not great at writing it, so if I’m ever required to create one (it happens more often than you’d think…) I opt for this style. Quite a fun way to get children writing poetry too, or even ask them to guess what’s being described!

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