Thursday, 7 May 2009

Talking and listening

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It is a 4 moan morning. I point this out and he says"and here's another one too", and launches forth, but has the grace to smile. Breakfast time news is not good for the blood pressure.

A old gent stood chatting on a narrow path, he has 2 bored looking yorkies tucked under the same arm. Later on I see another man carrying a popsicle of a poodle and is chatting away to it.

Listening to a program on sewage I see a very clean bright yellow and sky blue cesspit lorry. How odd, I hardly ever see one! It's colors remind me of the seaside.
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Sewage, it was more interesting than I would have thought.

Wednesday, 6 May 2009

Shivering, hassling, spilling

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Tiny shivering leaves, ebbing and flowing waves of sound, the wind has infused the old beech tree by the gate house with energy and woken her up.

The fledging dove arcs it's wings over mother hassling for food.

An adult guards each escape though the hedge that surrounds the community garden. They have done their listening and contained their muscles in a confined space. Now they pore out, like spilt hundreds and thousands, their bright clothes mingling with the dazzling flower beds as they race about. The whole scene seems to me a fairy tale world in miniature.
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The color of the wind


Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Playtime and presents

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"We had a nice time out side, didn't we?", heartened he only remembered the good bits, not the fallings out. One of my more successful mornings at devising co-operative play then.

Farmer Rex's running ducks are out and about. Penguin like they leggit from me, stumbling over tussocks of grass, and head for the paddock without a backward glance. 

It arrived with a hug and brightens my windowsill.

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Monday, 4 May 2009

Wild music and invitations

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Birds sing me awake, no intrusive alarm clock.

The phone rings before breakfast. "Sounds interesting and different, your on".
We are hopelessly lost, abandoning the map she pulls out a compass, compliments of a christmas cracker. We head south. Tears of laughter, and no one gets cross.

I am much taken by a poster inviting us to sample "Wild Music Gathering". I catch the tail end of a session and deicide it would be enormous fun, once you overcame any inhibitions.
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Our destination. She meets old friends and I make new. A wonderful day was had by all.

Sunday, 3 May 2009

Relief,curiosity and participation

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What a relief there are no geese to be negotiated, as I make my way to play house with Freeda. She is a perfect miniature home on wheels, and will be having her first trip of the season shortly.

We all make our way in dribs and drabs from different directions. I have always wanted to explore the garden that lays beyond the blue gate. 

Pete Seeger  says "participtaion is the key to the human race" so I arrive clutching lemon drizzle cakes.
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The competitive streak is everywhere.

Saturday, 2 May 2009

They are back, and a step here a step there

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I am daydreaming looking out of the window, when my heart leaps . They are back. I have been on the look out for days. They have arrived to take up their summer residence outside Andrew's bedroom window. They had disappeared last year due to black cat.
How absolutely wonderful too, because today would have been his 18th birthday.

I have an old birthday card that unfolds into a line of Dalmatian puppies wearing sun glasses. It is in his bedroom which has become my portal though which I step into another world. 

A lad is about to step into the church yard, but thinks better of it and finishes his fag on the pavement. 
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Just when you think you have cracked it another challenge appears.

Friday, 1 May 2009

Music,pink and planted

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Music seeps under the door, "Times they are a changing". (not 'arf! Ha)

She has a day-glow pink hat and tabard. He is color coordinated with matching ankle bands and a splash of a pink statement on his bridle.

Bilingual 5 year old recounting seed planting. "I planted an Anna in a pot"".
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If I was more efficient at my web searches I could have better this recording, I 'spect. It is powerful and energizing music I find, especially with window down driving along motor way blasting it out