In The Summertime – Mungo Jerry – 1970

Its the season of Summer – the solstice was yesterday – and the summer festivals – especially Glastonbury – are about to start!

Oh I remember, I remember, being young and in love and dancing to “In the Summertime” in a crowded sunny field somewhere in 1970!

So let’s have a bit more of that nostalgia – smile – you can dance along too if you feel like it!

The lyrics – below – would not pass the “thought police” these days – but here they are!

In The Summertime

written by Ray Dorset

[Chorus:]
Chh chh-chh, uh, Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh, Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh, Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh, Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh, Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh, Chh chh-chh

In the summertime when the weather is hot
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather’s fine
You got women, you got women on your mind
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find

If her daddy’s rich take her out for a meal
If her daddy’s poor just do what you feel
Speed along the lane
Do a ton or a ton an’ twenty-five
When the sun goes down
You can make it, make it good in a lay-by

We’re no threat, people
We’re not dirty, we’re not mean
We love everybody but we do as we please
When the weather’s fine
We go fishin’ or go swimmin’ in the sea
We’re always happy
Life’s for livin’ yeah, that’s our philosophy

Sing along with us
Dee dee dee-dee dee
Dah dah dah-dah dah
Yeah we’re hap-happy
Dah dah-dah
Dee-dah-do dee-dah-do dah-do-dah
Dah-do-dah-dah-dah
Dah-dah-dah do-dah-dah

Alright ah

[Chorus]

When the winter’s here, yeah it’s party time
Bring your bottle, wear your bright clothes
It’ll soon be summertime
And we’ll sing again
We’ll go drivin’ or maybe we’ll settle down
If she’s rich, if she’s nice
Bring your friends and we’ll all go into town

[Chorus]& Repeat

Have Fun This Summer!

Mrs Adlams Angels – Ralph McTell

iuWoke up too early this morning and rather than watch the depressing world news on tv, I did another rummage in my old CD box and found one of my old mixes – this time it was Ralph McTell – smile.

Mrs Adlam’s Angels was actually on the Album Spiral Staircase – another album I still have – released in 1969 – as was the first recording of that old favourite “Streets of London” – but its

Mrs Adlams’s Angels

which I want to feature here ….

These are the lyrics:

Sundays, as a rule, us kids went to Sunday School,
And Mrs Adlam said, angels stood round our bed.
To keep us safe from dark, right through to day begun,
And we used to lie awake, just to try to see one,
And though we never saw one anywhere,
We heard them softly singing in the air.
Sundays occasionally we were invited back for tea,
And bread with jam and cream, made Sundays seem a dream.
In the dingy mission hall, Mrs Adlam praying,

And down the street back home, all our mates were playing,
With Mrs Adlam’s angels everywhere,
And we thought we saw a halo in her hair.
Sundays, for sure, ain’t like that anymore,
Its getting hard for me, to see her face in front of me.
I wonder if her angels have their arms around her curled,
Keeping her safe from life, and guarding her from the world.
On a summer Sunday evening do I dare,
To hear Mrs Adlam’s angels in the air.

This song has ‘the smell” of the 1950’s in it, one I recognise as I was a child in that era – I didn’t go to Sunday School and I didn’t meet a Mrs Adlam, but I know who she is/was, and her kindness shines through this song.

ralph mctell todayRalph McTell is still going strong and is in his 70’s – he was born in 1944 – as his wikipedia page will tell you – smile – and he is still touring – see the ralph mctell website – if you want to catch him he’s on at the Beverley Folk Festival this weekend!

Build Your Own Smoker

build your own smoker -  From Tim Hayward's 'DIY Food: How to Make Your Own Everything'

build your own smoker – From Tim Hayward’s ‘DIY Food: How to Make Your Own Everything’ – via Radio 4’s Food Programme

I think I’ve mentioned BBC’s Radio 4 FOOD PROGRAMME before on this blog – click here!

They had a great programme on slow cooked barbecue’s and natural smoked food this week, and if you want to hear it, and get the instructions for building your own Smoker – just click the link below!

http://bbc.in/1JAeAoZ

I really have nothing else to say – just listen and learn – smile!

Find the chickens …..

marans, possibly a hen and a cockerel?

marans, possibly a hen and a cockerel?

The chicks are coming up to 12 weeks old now – and are out in the garden most of the time – and like all naughty kids, they will go into the fenced off area, where I have been trying to grow some flowers – I thought you might like to see how the marans have grown – but you’ll have to find them first! (there are two of them in this picture)

find the chickens

find the chickens

and – remember I told you the rose had fallen into the bed – well I took this picture when the chickens had been chased out – its just around where the chickens were hiding.

The stem on the left hand side is a vine – I got some lovely grapes last year – mmm ….

rose & vine

rose & vine

I told you the bay tree wouldn’t die!

This is the view from my back garden - stunning isn't it!  I actually took the picture to record the pruning of the overgrown bay tree - I hung the heavy clippers on the tree when I took a break!  The reason I did this was partly to give me space to put the cage I use when I introduce young chicks to the outside world - and my chicks are going to need it soon. Don't worry about the bay tree - it will soon be covered with new growth - they recover from massacres like this quite quickly!

This is the view from my back garden – stunning isn’t it! I actually took the picture to record the pruning of the overgrown bay tree – I hung the heavy clippers on the tree when I took a break! The reason I did this was partly to give me space to put the cage I use when I introduce young chicks to the outside world – and my chicks are going to need it soon.
Don’t worry about the bay tree – it will soon be covered with new growth – they recover from massacres like this quite quickly!

You may remember that in early April I put up a picture of my heavily pruned bay tree – and in the caption assured you that it would soon be covered with new growth……..

Well its taken a little while to agree with me – after all the “haircut” was pretty vicious – but here are the new shoots – all over the tree!

the same bay tree - now recovering from its 'haircut'

the same bay tree – now recovering from its ‘haircut’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here is another picture showing the shoots all over the tree!

recovering bay tree

recovering bay tree

And this is a very old ‘rambling rose’ – can’t remember what its called – that was growing up some trellis work that was groaning under its weight.  It finally lost the battle in the recent heavy winds, and the rose has come down into the rest of the bed.  I don’t want to waste all those lovely pink flowers, so I’ll wait until they fade before I prune it! (see also next post)

the rambling rose no longer growing upwards!

the rambling rose no longer growing upwards!

 

 

 

 

 

Janis Ian – Tea & Sympathy

janis ian as she looks these days

Sometimes – I wrote a post a while back about how sometimes songs pop into your head and you have to work out why – well I haven’t worked this one out yet!

But I have been humming this one all week, and the only thing I could remember was the first line – so I decided I had to look it up – I didn’t even remember it was called ‘Tea & Sympathy’, or that it was so suicidal – but then it was written by the Janis Ian who wrote ‘At Seventeen’, and yes, I still have the album, on vinyl, Between the Lines, from 1975 altho, for all these oldies but goodies, I no longer have a record player – so I couldn’t just put it on!

I had to look up what the song was on her website http://www.janisian.com/ – and then find it on u-tube to listen to it.

I have to say its still a beautiful song with a lovely melody, and her voice was full of nuance.

I wasn’t even sure if she was still going, but it seems she is going strong, and has been singing with another real favourite of mine, Tom Paxton, recently.  There are still some dates this year if you want to check her website – I would love to see them both, but all the gigs are in the USA – a bit far away for me in Wales – smile.  I did find something from their performance to listen to, its a bit different!

The Last Thing on My MindI really am wallowing in nostalgia!

So back to Tea & Sympathy …

Its really strange to be able to jump 40 years back, and still love what I loved then – no – I’m not feeling suicidal – and I never was when I used to play this all those years ago – but I think I am looking forward to some changes in my life – that I’m planning, but that haven’t yet come to fruition, and, maybe that’s why …..

“I don’t want to ride the milk train any more”

…… is resonating with me so strongly just now!

If you want to click on these pictures, they take you to Janis Ian’s site and list the songs on each Album …..

Strictly SoloBetween The LinesLive On The Test 1976

click on the u-tube link to listen to the original recording:-

https://youtu.be/_8cmEMIM7So

Tea And Sympathy

Janis Ian

I don’t want to ride the milk train any more
I’ll go to bed at nine, and waken with the dawn
and lunch at half past noon
Dinner prompt at five
The comfort of a few old friends long past their prime

Pass the tea & sympathy
for the good old days long gone
Let’s drink a toast to those who most
believe in what they’ve won
It’s a long long time ’til morning
plays wasted on the dawn
I’ll not write another line,
for my true love is gone

And when the guests have done
I’ll tidy up the room
I’ll turn the covers down
and gazing at the moon
will pray to go quite mad
and live in long ago
when you and I were one, so very long ago

Pass the tea & sympathy
for the good old days long gone
Let’s drink a toast to those who most
believe in what they’ve won
It’s a long long time ’til morning
plays wasted on the dawn
I’ll not write another line,
for my true love is gone

And when I have no dreams
to give you any more,
I’ll light a blazing fire
and wait within the door,
and throw my life away
“I wonder why?” they all will say
And now I lay me down to sleep,
forever and a day

Pass the tea & sympathy
for the good old days are dead
Let’s drink a toast to those who best
survived the life they’ve led
It’s a long long time ’til morning,
so build your fires high
Now I lay me down to sleep,
forever by your side

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My Easter Chicks are Seven Weeks Old ….

day old chick - click to see the full list of posts on chickens!

day old chick – click to see the full list of posts on chickens!

There have been a few changes since I last took some photos of these chicks.  They’ve grown!

The Marans and Buff Sussex are mostly full feathered now, altho’ the Barnevelders are still looking a bit scraggy.  They are no longer confined to the cage, and as it was a nice day today, I let them roam around the  nearest part of the garden.  They had great fun scratching in the old pond – no water there any more – and eating the scraps I threw in for them, and took some rest time in the sun.

These are some of the pictures I took today …..click on them to see them as a slide show in a large format …..