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Jersey in Spring Time – 2020

JERSEY IN SPRING TIME – 2020

 

To help everyone during this difficult time of ‘COVID19 lockdown’, with most of us having to stay at home, the RJA&HS (at the suggestion of one of our members) have come up with the idea of showing photographs and video footage to celebrate Spring time in Jersey of all that is good in our gardens, allotments and farms across our Island.

 

 

Below is a link for a video for you to view of the photographs we have received so far of all that is good in our gardens, allotments and farms across our beautiful Island for you to enjoy.

 

 

 

This is where everyone can get involved and we would love for you to send photographs and video footage to Rachelle by email on rachelle@royaljersey.co.uk and here are some ideas:

 

 

Exhibits you planned to enter into our Spring Flower Show

Blossom – trees and shrubs

Flowers and plants in your garden, greenhouse or indoors

Seedlings ready to be planted

Your allotment and what you are growing

Young people involved in growing

Baking

All aspects of Jersey Agriculture i.e cows in fields, cows being milked and on the farm, potato planting, vegetable processing, picking daffodils

Harvesting from the sea

 

Check out some of the entries received so far on our Facebook page:  Click here

 

For added inspiration in this fine weather (with apologies to Robert Browning):

 

Oh, to be in Jersey
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in Jersey
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
In Jersey – now!

 

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!


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