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The reapers leave their beds before the sun And gleaners follow when home toils are done To pick the littered ear the reaper leaves And glean in open fields among the sheaves. From Harvest by John Clare (1793 - 1864) Ye rigid Ploughmen, bear in mind Your labour is for future hours: Advance – spare not – nor look behind – Plough deep and straight with all your powers!
 July (1) View from Castle Road towards Lavendon Village 29th July 2010 July (2)  Ploughing the Beanfield below Three Shire
Wood 29th July 2010 August (1)
The fields fall southward, abrupt and broken, To the low last edge of the long lone land. If a step should sound or a word be spoken, Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest's hand? by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837 - 1909) Site of the Former Fishponds of Lavendon
Abbey 22nd August 2010
Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead, The patient fisher takes his silent stand, Intent, his angle trembling in his hand: With looks unmov’d, he hopes the scaly breed, And eyes the dancing cork, and bending reed.
by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) Fishing below the Sluice at Lavendon Mill 22nd August 2010   August (2)  September
Mix’d with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kiss’d it and then fled, as thou mightiest in dream. by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822) The Former Bathing Place by the River Great
Ouse 16th September 2010     October
When the trees and skies and fields are in one dusky mood, Every heart of man is rapt within the mother’s breast: Full of peace and sleep and dreams in the vast quietude, I am one with their hearts at rest. From By the Margin of the Great Deep by George William Russell (1867 – 1935) View to the Village from Footpath above New
Row 30th October 2010 November (1)
The world is full of colour! ‘Tis Autumn once again And leaves of gold and crimson Are lying in the lane.
Yellow, blue and orange, Russet, rose and red – A gaily coloured pageant – An Autumn flower bed. From Colour by Adeline White The Three Shire Way nearby Lavendon Grange 3rd November 2010 November (2)
Where in venerable rows Widely waving oaks inclose The moat of yonder antique hall, Swarm the rooks with clamorous call... by Thomas Warton (1728 – 1790) The Rookery Wood with former Abbey Fishponds nearby Lavendon Grange 26th November 2010 December
Look out! Look out! Jack Frost is about! He’s after our fingers and toes; And, all through the night, The gay little sprite Is working where nobody knows.
He’ll climb each tree, So nimble is he, His silvery powder he’ll shake; To windows he’ll creep, And while we’re asleep, Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.
Across the grass He’ll merrily pass, And change all its greenness to white; Then home he will go, And laugh, “Ho! Ho! Ho! What fun I have had in the night!”
Jack Frost by Cecily E Pike An Oak Tree in the former Bailey of Lavendon Castle 7 December 2010
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