Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Bit of this
We lay on our tummies chattering, what are your numbers" he asks. When I tell him he says "in 11 months time I will be 5".

As I wave them off in ones and twos, I suddenly realized I how much that I have missed them.

Farmer Rex stops for a chat, there is a bitting wind. He comments "my hands never get cold" good job. The cows spot his land-rover and start to call him.
Bit of that
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire. W.B. Yeats

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