Thursday they began 'mook shpreddin' (muck spreading to non-Irish) and I'm tellin' ya, the smell is enough to make your eyes water!
But as they say, 'its just good clean dirt!'Anyhow, since I've got yous all writing Doggerel I thought I'd grace you all with my
Ode to Slurry!!
Oh Slurry, Slurry, King of Smells,
Thou black and goopy pong
Spreading wide o'er hills and dells,
Thy Stench remaineth long.
The Farmers love you very much-
They say you smell of Money;
It may be that their Hearts you touch
To us that's very funny!
Oh mucky Slurry, King of Smells
For you I sing this Song:
Please soak in quickly, deep and well,
And do not linger long?
Last chance- I'm picking the winners tomorrow, two prizes- one for the best and the other a draw! I've been sewing surprises yesterday!
Brilliant. This reminds me of verses my father-in-law writes, only he calls them Poetry and writes about love and nightingales and spreading trees etc. But they still have that te-tum-te-tum rhythm and alternate line rhyming. They're muck spreading hear too, so it's all very 'rural'.
ReplyDeleteis that where they put horse manure everywhere?
ReplyDeletei have a really stupid question too: I was watching a movie the other day and it took place in ireland and obv they were speaking in English with an Irish accent. But then they would say something in another language, and the subtitles (yes i used subtitles. lol) said, "speaking in Irish". So is there another language in Ireland?
No strawberries then :-)
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I forgot to say, smells or no smells. Beautiful photo. I have had to sit here with a peg on my nose though !
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I wish I was able to hear you say it, that would be great to hear in an Irish accent :)
ReplyDeleteSorry about the smells!!!
What beautiful, peaceful photos. Here from LBS!
ReplyDeleteOh, that's funny! I used to live in an area where we got those smells every summer... not so much where I live now, thankfully.
ReplyDeleteSo glad I stopped by from LBS ~ really like your posts!
ReplyDeleteHaha, that was cute. I love the second picture with the open field. I have this thing for open fields; I don't know what it is. I'll be driving down the road and nearly run over someone's mailbox trying to take in the vast openness of a beautiful, green field.
ReplyDeleteStopping by from LBS. Have a good day!
Around here some people add mulch to their gardens and it smells just like you describe. Phew!
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ReplyDeleteClose to where I live is a brew pub. When the brewmaster is cooking his barley for the ale, it smells like burnt toast all over town. I bet you'd like to trade smells, hey?ha!
ps constructive attitude -- the irish language is called gaelic:)
Always good pictures! That similar thing happens up north where I'm from. Not a good smell at all!
ReplyDeleteLoving the images of the farmland, reminds me of home :) Hazel
ReplyDeleteVisiting from Lady bloggers...I'd love to visit Ireland someday! I'll bet the slurry does reek, lol.
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