Barley, gargoyles, fruit and nut

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The barley rolls this way and that in front of the wind. It becomes mesmerizing watching the field swirl and sway.

As she sticks pins in me I divert my attention by being nosy. Her father is a sculptor specializing in marble. He has done work on gargoyles for the Oxford colleges. Then she adds a snip it. Apparently the heads are modeled on the masters. Well I never knew that. So interested am I before I know it she has finished.

Normally whippets eyes are brown. Occasionally they take on a demonic greenish black look. Today the light catches them as he fixes them on me in a bullying manner demanding a share of the fruit and nut.

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Loosing heads

Bruises, and declining to move way without hiccups or to fall into holes

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She has a huge purple bruise on her arm where she fell, and is hoping for cooler weather so she can don a cardigan that will hide it from her daughter. And she tells me she is "bored".

I go to the place where I drop worries, today I throw in thanks. Catching sight of a small piece of wood, I place it in the water expecting it to be quickly carried by the current, but it moves away slowly and catching an eddy it circles back toward me. It repeats the process once more finally entering the flow that takes it to travel along the waters edge, before bouncing into the middle and finally disappearing around the bend. The whole thing went from a bit of childish fun to a metaphor for the boy in an instant. I felt huge relief when it sailed forth round the corner. Thats alright then. Pew.

I decline the hole that is beckoning me and pick up the Jiff instead, scrubbing and rubbing all afternoon, and carting the radio around with me. Breaking it up by down loading stuff in the happy expectation of endless blather though the head phones.

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I wonder what I would do?

Filling in

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Whippet is outside the bedroom whippets tail has crept under the door and is on the inside.

A fish dish for dinner.

I see him fleetingly as he comes to claim what's his. But volunteers a snippet of chat.

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the search was for blue then 1 thing led to .......

Fragments of the unexpected

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I swear it wasn't planned. "Well" I said "might as well pop into the Apple store now we are here". Lustings have been gratified, sleek, black smooth to touch, sensuousness personified. And I already have the first pod cast. Heaven.

I sit down beside him, killing time waiting. I have to move closer to catch his words. Realizing the bottles been hit already. He is fed up to have been ticketed by the police again. "Now do I look like the sort of person who would .......?" Bits of his history unravel. Himself arrives just as a fiver exchanges hands. Himself storms off. Gob smacked I could have done such a thing. Amazing how he can be so blind to me after all these years. I don't regret it though, even if he went straight down boozer. Just as well himself doesn't know the half then. How could I spend all that money on frippery and not?

"If you hang on I will come". The little boy with large ears whose face has now filled out with age to catch them up. We retrace steps from our childhood, and spot a vixen with her cubs. She is guarding them well allowing us so close to her. Peering over the bank remembering where we used to catch minnows we glimpse a possible kingfishers home. Evidenced by the fact one comes zooming toward the hole but then veers away when it sees us. Wow.

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Revenge

Bees and hearts

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The bees proboscis is working like a piston gleaning goodies from the pink dahlia.

A copper heart has appeared over the wooden door lintel of no 9.

Is has been like drawing teeth but he dropped in with his new address. No phone number though, still tis a starting may be and not an ending.

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the glug of a jug

tokens of love

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She shows me 3 poppies and 3 crimson cherries and then spends all morning perfecting her labour of love. Adding a pot on a beautifully decorated lid. Next she makes and alter affair with leaves and stones around it outside and arranges a long line of milk crates leading up to it. The creation morphs several times as the wind plays havoc and she takes evasive action. Eventually ending back indoors.

It is a true thing of beauty and as luck would have it I spot the dinner lady that inspired it and tip her the wink. She says "I'll stick my head around the door before I go home".

If he takes those under pants and them jammies to live with her he will back within the week.

It seems important he leaves the way he arrived though the front door. I sit fleetingly beside him conjuring the boy that was, I manage and it knocks me off my feet. He takes his anger and reality with him not even looking back.

And no I am not having me mother to stay with me for more than a week at a time. Her television viewing habits are worse than his.

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May the road rise to meet you,

May the wind be always at your back,

May the sun shine warm on your face,

May your God hold you in the hollow of his hand.

Child of our flesh

Bone of our bone

Remember the love that travels with you from our home.

(pick and mix, celtic prayer, sands, me)

Heat and a treat

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We fill every seat with our factor 25, sunhats, lunch boxes and smiles.

After staking our claim under tall shaddy trees we scatter. The giant sand pit and water tap are descended on, slides slid down, swings swung on and climbing frames get stuck up, we all have a go on the zip line, even the geriatrics among us, much to the children's hilarity. Lunch done we drip out of the gates flowing toward the boat. Mrs A dares a lorry to run her down while making sure we cross safely. And I forget the heat as I watch amazed wonderous faces as we chug along.

Heaving a grateful sigh for other wonders of modern technology. As we manage to locate the coach via the mobile, before we all melt.

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Melt games (shrug)