
Twenty five years
ago, my friend
gave me a tree
seedling, that had
grown where we both
worked, as a
start for my new
garden. It has
outlived him by
ten years, and will
outlive me by
one hundred years.
Twenty five years
ago, my friend
gave me a tree
seedling, that had
grown where we both
worked, as a
start for my new
garden. It has
outlived him by
ten years, and will
outlive me by
one hundred years.
Old age is a full time job. Until it isn’t.
Sandy
Pupsy
Kimmy
Millie
Ziggy
Jessie
Buffy
Lena
Beau
Oscar
Sometimes,
early on
a misty morning,
the tangled threads
of our lives
seem to form
a pattern.
But the Sun
soon puts a
stop to that
wishful thinking.
Few things more pleasant,
in old age or young,
than sitting on a hill,
on a clear, almost frosty
morning, mist filling the
valleys, and listening
to a butcher bird
song notes
cascading through
the silent air,
while your dog sits,
quietly, beside you.
A breath
of fresh
air in
Spring is
full of
pollen.
Cabbage White
butterflies
seem boring
to me. All
exactly
the same in
their looks and
behaviour.
But I guess
they don’t seem
like that to
each other.
Every day,
somewhere in the
world, billions
of birds sit on
their nests, content
and confident
about the eggs
that they cherish.
I hate the
sound of a
rabbit, at
night, screaming
in the jaws
of a fox.
But I can’t
hear the fox
cubs crying
with hunger.