I used to sit behind her at school
She was pale with a pigtail
I used to count her vertebrae,
Numbered the lines of the darn
In her well-worn dress,
She was thin, undernourished.She asked me one day
Would I go for walk with her?
Grandma Moran said to say no,
‘She’s far too bold, I tell ye,
I know the Callahan’s.
You’ll be giving her a wide berth now.
Heavens above! You’re no more than twelve.’
But how could I refuse.By the waterside we wandered
Where the elder blossom hung heavy.
‘Til we came to the weir where we turned
And walked in innocence while she told me
Things she had could tell to no one else.
There was no one else she would trust...
I was standing at the bus stop. Two middle aged dogs walked past me side by side, quiet and purposeful, female Jack Russell terriers, no collars, no jackets, no lead. A couple of nice old girls.
They stopped three feet away, sat down and looked down the street in the direction that the bus would come from. The young fellow, who owns them, Tim, a joiner on his way to work, followed shortly.
We began a dog-centred conversation from which it emerged they were sisters from the same litter. Remarkably, for such a well-behaved pair, I learned that neither had ever worn a collar. Tim was taking them to grandma’s (his mother’s) for the day, as he ...
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I used to sit behind her at school
She was pale with a pigtail
I used to count her vertebrae,
Numbered the lines of the darn
In her well-worn dress,
She was thin, undernourished.She asked me one day
Would I go for walk with her?
Grandma Moran said to say no,
‘She’s far too bold, I tell ye,
I know the Callahan’s.
You’ll be giving her a wide berth now.
Heavens above! You’re no more than twelve.’
But how could I refuse.By the waterside we wandered
Where the elder blossom hung heavy.
‘Til we came to the weir where we turned
And walked in innocence while she told me
Things she had could tell to no one else.
There was no one else she would trust...
I was standing at the bus stop. Two middle aged dogs walked past me side by side, quiet and purposeful, female Jack Russell terriers, no collars, no jackets, no lead. A couple of nice old girls.
They stopped three feet away, sat down and looked down the street in the direction that the bus would come from. The young fellow, who owns them, Tim, a joiner on his way to work, followed shortly.
We began a dog-centred conversation from which it emerged they were sisters from the same litter. Remarkably, for such a well-behaved pair, I learned that neither had ever worn a collar. Tim was taking them to grandma’s (his mother’s) for the day, as he ...
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Eight of the hedgehogs got through the winter hibernation. Elizabeth has released seven into some woodland thought to be free of badgers (hedgehog main predator). The one not released has ringworm which my daughter is treating.
A fifth baby hedgehog has now been rescued. Named Hermione from Harry Potter. All are putting on weight on a diet of mealworms and odds and ends. Hermione as the name suggests is female. She has had to be housed separately because she attacks the males.
I learn more about hedgehog behaviour every day.Friday 24 October
The fifth and smallest baby hedgehog is not doing too well. She was fending for herself for too long outside. Elizabeth is feeding her with a dropper and hoping to pull her round. The others are steadily putting on weight.Sunday 26 October
Hermione, the latest baby hedgehog died last night. Others still doing well. Hermione h...
I like your painted mask picture. Your types of dream experiences are interesting. I have always dreamed often and, after years of practising, I can mostly remember them. Some people have dreams with a repetitive theme but I don't. Usually my dreams are analytical versions of what's going on in my life at the time. They often help me with another way of looking at things. Very often they are humorous ways of looking at things and can be so ridiculous that I actually wake up laughing my head off. Harry
That's nice to see an alternative version of our current life. Helpful, true. I'm rarely get this kind of dreams. Somehow most of my dreams are far from the real life. Who knows why. Your words made me think of that dream where I was chewing a corner of a closet and it tasted lite a lettuce. I was thinking 'Wow, why I've never tried to eat it before?' I woke up laughing. The closet is in my room for real. So, I still laugh from time to time when I'm hungry and happen to look at it.