Sorry … can’t resist it:
WHAT’S NEW, PUSSYCAT?
—there. I’ve just shown my age …
This wee organic optimist is still so new he’s not even spread his petals to the sun yet, nor collected the morning dew — but when I went back later he was a seasoned veteran already and that’s the way of it. Life is so brief a candle … should we envy folks who never see a winter? (Don’t sweat it, these guys do and quite often poke colour up through the snow).
WE HAVE A FAMILY FRIEND
with a little girl (six, going on sixteen) who delights us and when she came around at Christmas brought a wee dolly to show us that someone had given her—
AND A PROUD
but entirely placid guy in Queens Park, parked in the shade whilst growing his own portable tree. New tree, readying himself for the coming season—
—I’ve illicitly fed him by hand in the depths of winter, holding handfuls of fresh grass through the wire (gently tongued up and eaten)(by him, not me) but there’s no war (R) no way I’d go anywhere near in March. Brrrr~!
I have the feeling that if I did I may never see a new day, and for now I’m kinda hooked on new days …