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Bobbie in green & a poem

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Hello from the Hattingdon family of hats. We have been celebrating with green hats ever since St Patrick’s Day. What fun we have had.

The biggest surprise? Who knew Hattingdon had so many green hats. We didn’t. And here is yet another. To round out the month, we selected the Bobbie mod cap hat design — in green of course. Here she is.

Bobbie Hattingdon mod cap in green with white dots and swirls.
Bobbie Hattingdon in Green.

The “Bobbie” hat is a rounded, puffy mod cap in a gorgeous green decorated with large and small white polka dots and large swirls. Hattingdon looks so good in her mod caps. They really suit her. Delightful.

We hope you enjoyed March with us. It has been a lot of fun. Oh. The promised poem is up next. Sigh. — Love, Hattingdon.

March Bids a Fond Goodbye

by L G Mace | A Poem

March is coming to its final end…
and April showers will be upon us soon.
In some places… March’s warmer weather
melts the winter snows…painting the hillside
with yellow daisies as gold as Pirates doubloons!

The Pussy Willow and the sunshine crocus
call each other friend.
And the late melting snows high in the hills…
overflow the rivers and the streams.
In warmer climes March lets go its frosted breath…
bringing lazy Springtime dreams.

March ends Winter… and sends it scurrying out the door.
And in Springtime meadows… blooms a many colored quilt
of wildflowers galore.
See how easily the seasons pass and quietly fly…
As March sadly leaves… bidding us a fond goodbye.

Source: AllPoetry.com »

See you again soon.

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Autumn and a poem

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by Charmaine Jewell

Vivian loves poetry, especially A. E. Houseman who wrote a beauty about Autumn. Before we talk about that, here is a hat Vivian was inspired to create in the Fall of 2019 which she named Autumn.

Autumn Hattingdon colorful fall hat from Fall leaves.

By the way, the above is a recreation. The flash drive that the original Autumn was stored on was lost. At long, long last Vivian had time to recreate it — in all its glorious colors. Wow! We love it and hope you love it too.

Now . . . the poem.

A. E. Houseman

Now the poem.

A. E HOUSEMAN

Tell me not here, it needs not saying

A. E. Housman

Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
Or under blanching mays,
For she and I were long acquainted
Knowing all her ways.

On russet floors, by waters idle,
The pine lets fall its cone;
The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing
In leafy dells alone;
And traveller’s joy beguiles in Autumn
Hearts that lost their own.
_______

Autumn was the season of choice by poet A. E. Housman (1859-1936).

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‘Butterfly’ by E.E. Cummings

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Poet e.e. cummings in black and white portrait. Britannica.

E. E. Cummings (1894-1962) was among the most influential, widely read, and revered modernist poets. His many awards included an Academy of American Poets Fellowship, two Guggenheim Fellowships, and the Bollingen Prize. Among his many volumes are The Enormous Room and Tulips & Chimneys.

Hattingdon creator Vivian states, “It is Mr. Cumming’s Butterfly poem (read below) which inspired me to create this hat.

Ariel Hattingdon.

Butterfly (poem)

Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my
shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
big white butterfly!

Already it is October, and the wind
blows strong to the sea
from the hills where snow must have
fallen, the wind is polished with
snow.
Here in the garden, with red
geraniums, it is warm, it is warm
but the wind blows strong to sea-ward,
white butterfly, content on my shoe!

Will you go, will you go from my warm
house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings,
black-dotted,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the
arch-crest
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck!

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Note: Due to illness and myriad complications, we have become way behind in our posting. Please bear with us as we “catch up”. Thank you. — Hattingdon Horses.

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January’s Promise

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A Reflection

by Poet, CATHERINE PULSIFER

In the depths of winter’s icy reign,
January comes, fresh and untamed.
A new year begins, a chance to renew,
Leaving behind the old for the new.

With hearts warm, we gather near,
Welcoming the day with hope and cheer.
Through frost and chill, we take the time,
To treasure moments and lessons find.

Resolutions form from looking within,
Goals to strive for, dreams to begin.
With pen in hand, our plans take shape,
Fueling our hearts to celebrate.

January’s a time to start anew,
A chance to build, a chance to pursue.
With hope as our guide, we boldly face,
The triumphs ahead, each step embraced.

So, let us cherish this special day,
In January’s light, let hope stay.
The past is behind, the future is clear,
In January, we find strength for the year.

Each morning brings promise, each day a gift,
Through trials and triumphs, our spirits lift.
With courage and faith, we pave the way,
Creating a year of joy each day.

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