what is it they see?

summer time
is it summer?
are they looking for planes?
or the kite
that can’t fly
that has been flying all day
in the wind
in the sky
unnerving the crows
Gill McGrath ©

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I remember standing at the sink at the end of last summer and picking through the last of the runner beans to slice up for the last pot of the season and finding, as usual, one special pink and black dotted bean and declaring it magic, how we would have to plant it and then leaving it on the window sill! After that it’s a bit of a haze as to what happened to it. Did n’t give it another thought! But just a couple of weeks ago a new leaf, appeared in the Aloe Vera pot which has sat on the same window sill for over a year now! The new shoot, clearly a runner bean, has grown rapidly in just a few days clinging to the green fingers of the Aloe Vera and it is now flying up a stick reaching for the sky! Come on Jack tell me it was you who put it there… in that pot before you left, and that you have been waiting for news! I know it’s something you would do, and then not say a word! The leggy stalk is nearly three feet high with no place to go but up, and it really is getting too tall for indoors. I think it is trying to get out of the window but it’s a bit too cold to put outside especially as your Aloe Vera would have to go outside with it, and it can’t. I know it’s a bit early but I think the bean can’t wait to see you in the summer!
Gill McGrath © March 30 2015

(pictures of sky activity taken in the last 24 hours)

windy~no sun today ~ let it go this too shall pass……

OK GO “This Too Shall Pass”
You know you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down
And you can’t keep draggin’ that dead weight around.
If there ain’t all that much to lug around,
Better run like hell when you hit the ground.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

You can’t stop these kids from dancin’.
Why would you want to?
Especially when yor already gettin’ yours.
‘Cause if your mind don’t move and your knees don’t bend,
well don’t go blamin’ the kids again.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

Let it go, this too shall pass.
Let it go, this too shall pass.

Let it go, this too shall pass.
(You know you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

Let it go, this too shall pass.
(You know you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

Hey!

Let it go, this too shall pass.
(You know you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

When the morning comes.
(You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

When the morning comes.
(You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

When the morning comes.
(You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

When the morning comes.
(You can’t keep lettin’ it get you down. No, you can’t keep lettin’ it get you down.)

When the morning comes!

 

OK Go ~ “This Too Shall Pass” from the album “Of the Blue Colour of the Sky” featuring The Notre Dame Marching Band, directed by Brian L. Perkins and OK GO.
tom ketchup

7 am

To those who did not sleep last night….Take heart!
For it is said:
‘You were awake in someone else’s dream!’

To those who did actually sleep last night.
Like me.
……..who blooming cares!

Diary. March 20. Gill

Dead Boring: News in Full Colour: take no notice, you saw it all before!

dead Boring
Breaking News:Too late…. Seven men, a van and a crane (a sort of cherry picker) arrived today and parked on the grass at the top of a windy hill, outside the fence where the dummy lives; they had arrived to mend the cable (no need now) it had been mended satisfactorily by a heroic Batman in ten minutes three weeks ago…… after….. three days of ferocious calls from the dummy; calls about the clump of live wires which had come down, finally and suddenly, in a storm…….and were lying in wait for days on the grass, cross eyed and ready to electrocute anything or anybody walking by. It had been a situation for some time which we had reported regularly to the board from this side of the fence, many times before, thinking the wires might be some sort of hazard especially if the wind blew. Today, the men took tea on the grass as there was nothing to do, before leaving again, men bemused about being sent to a job, that had been fixed ….. a job that had been sitting on their waiting list of things to do for the last two years; or maybe they came in response to our emergency calls three weeks ago,who knows? To any one reading this ‘news’ in all its full colour black and white glory (anyone who has come this far! thanks!): You may not be able to understand what this dummy is talking about, but don’t worry no- one else did, either!

Glad you sound Ok

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Dear Emma,

Thank you for your letter.  Just received it. Glad you sound OK. Isn’t it just the way?  I had just posted a reply to your last miserable  letter ( I went on a bit) and wish now I hadn’t ! Too late now. Glad you’ve come down to earth. Keep it up!! Anyway, just a quick note to say we are ok  but amazed how much colder it is getting.  Fireworks sounding off  most nights and its not even Halloween  yet, let alone Guy Fawks! There is likely to be a harsh cold spell in November, apparently. I don’t know if that means snow again and getting cut off like last year!  At the moment everything in the garden is turning into bright autumn colours. Mostly red and yellow. A sight for sore eyes.  A memory to hold, if the snow really does come when they say it will….or worse, if it doesn’t. I don’t mind a bit of white to even things.   The kids are all settled in their new schools. Happy too!!

I may ring,  Love Rosie xxx

18th September Wednesday

Dear Emma,
I know that you have been sprinkling your angel dust about. Your gentle touch seems to have been in every corner. ….
Today, the last best thing that happened was that the cracked screen of an otherwise ok mobile phone was mended quickly and easily, after many frustrating false starts.

Then Janie came round and we talked and talked. God how we talked…..She took home a picking of runner beans and a some figs off the tree and I thought life couldn’t get better, then the bestest thing of all happened, when the computer rattled unexpectedly with a noisy bleeping warning to ‘pick up’ …..

As you know one darling,four year old boy ( who is growing so fast, so fast) started reception this last week and as he is living so far away, I have been unable to do anything for him. My heart had been quietly praying that the sweetheart would get through the week; the very long days, the extra long days as his day starts far too early and the end of the day comes far too late, imprisoned as he is in a strange noisy place that he must get used to. There he waits and waits all day for the day to end so that he can get home again…… but only with and when his Mum and Dad finish their working day too (as teachers) in the same school. Poor darling little man, friendly, sensitive, bravely independent and bewildered, but brave; Oh yes! So brave. Well,I found out today…… that he survived…..when Katie Skyped me and I talked to him, and he to me!. So today, Emma, I have been catching up with life out there and I could see,for myself….that the boy is OK!
Heavenly day!!!
love Rosie