#sunday reading

[more-than-ideas]

beach read

[adventuresofalgy]

It was Sunday again, and Algy saw no reason to forgo his Sunday reading just because he had happened to find a baby dragon underneath a rhubarb leaf…

The funny wee creature had been following Algy around everywhere since St. George's Day, and like most young animals it was both playful and full of curiosity about everything. So when Algy settled down among the spring flowers to read to his diminuitive new friend, the tiny dragon kept jumping up and down on Algy's book of verse, and interrupting him, which made it a wee bit difficult to concentrate on the poetry.

It had been a most exciting week altogether – the first week of the real spring – and with plenty of sunshine in calm, warm weather (which had reached a dazzling high of 18 degrees celsius on one day), many summer visitors had arrived, including cuckoos, swallows and sand martins, and many other creatures, such as butterflies and bats, had been spotted for the first time this year.

So Algy turned the pages of his book of verse, as best he could with a baby dragon hopping up and down on them, until he found the poem that he wanted to read to the wee creature:

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo! Spring, the sweet spring!

[Algy is reading the poem Spring by the 16th century English poet Thomas Nashe.]

[pangarina-angelin-a]

A Shared Moment in the Filtered Light

Even a restless explorer needs to pause.

While Algy is lost in his book, Jujito is right there, captivated by the magic of the words. Peering through the ferns, he begins to hum a gentle melody, softly singing a few lines of Brontë’s poem into the quiet air.

A jungle song for a distant home...

[randomchaosthings]

Esau: I’m fucking dying bro, give me some of that red stuff (stew)

Jacob: only if you give me your birthright 😜

Esau: fuck you but I’m hungry

Jacob: swear it on your life bro, it’s mine?

Esau: fuck dude fine, I swear

Jacob: here’s your stew bitch >w<

[phantomtomes]

Happy Sunday ❄️

[halukturgutmenguc]

Lazy Sunday Afternoon /@ all rights reserved / htm.studios/2026/236

[tage-des-lesens]

Lesend dem Sommer entgegen. Sonnige Lektüren für Euch. 🖼️ Jules-Joseph Lefebvre (1836-1911): Jeanne la Rousse (unbekanntes Entstehungsdatum).

[i-eat-booooks]

Happy reading sunday to all ! 🌞💛

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