“It’s hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.”
Words: Jeanette Winterson
Location: Cairngorm Plateau
Lesson: Priceless.
Category: nature
Twittering Tale #32 – 30 May 2017
It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.
“Done something with your hair?” Freddie asked.
“Try again!” replied Fiona.
“New dress?” he suggested.
“Wrong. I’ve had new coloured lenses!”
(138 characters)
Sunday sentiment – haiku #30
Spring has truly sprung.
Daffodils and tulips grow
and birds fall in love.
From The Valley
Another great, inspiring, post from Colleen.
Sometimes
Hanging on
Isn’t just ‘all’ we can do
It’s what we do
On our way
To the summit.
It’s a great tool.
From the valley
You have a magnificent view
Of where you’re going.
Haggis in flight
A rare shot of a Haggis in flight – especially for Burns Day.
Authentically Kenyan? — Safari Camp Life
This lady deserves a special place in the world of WordPress.
Do go and look at her blog. Laughter guaranteed, or your money back!
Sometimes some guests are so desperate for their trip to Kenya to be authentically African they lose all sense of perspective. Pointing at the bow and arrow hanging on the canvas wall; “Is that African?” At the hand-stitched, oversized leather-and-bead ceremonial necklace; “…and that?” Closely examining the stretched hide shield and rusted spears; “…what about this?” […]
the caterpillar
Strange that I should read this just after having rescued a hairy caterpillar from my carpet. the caterpillar
I had one in the lounge today, it raced across the floor.
I placed it in the garden for it surely wanted more.
Quite how it came to be there, I do not have a clue
but it thanked me as it dashed away, as hairy creatures do!
The Trophy wall
Those hunting for fun should be put to the gun,
buried up to their necks in the woods,
their houses then sold, along with their gold,
and all of their chattels and goods.
Then when they are dead we should cut off their head
and mount on a plaque on the wall.
We’ll soon stop the slaughter and the trophy wall aughta
serve well as a warning to all.
Who’s the animal here?
Does a Fly ever contemplate the meaning of life?
Does an Ox ever say that he’s proud of his wife?
Does an Elephant ponder which fork, or which knife?
Does mankind really care for their plight?
Do the Chickens complain when the Cock starts to crow?
Do the Pigs grunt with glee when they play in the snow?
Does the Budgie feel sick as she swings to and fro?
Does mankind really care for their plight?
Do the Lions feel safe when they first spot a man?
Do the Antelope know that they’re part of the plan?
Does the hunting continue with never a ban?
Does mankind really care for their plight?
Does an Ostrich consider a lie-in today?
Do the Kids ever think, “We won’t bother to play”?
Do Giraffes get a pain in the neck every day?
Does mankind really care for their plight?
Do the Horses, and Cows, and the Goats, and the Sheep
feel that all life is meaningless, all life is cheap?
Do they think of us kindly as they drift off to sleep?
I very much doubt that they might!
Harmony
If you have never stopped by Kelly’s blog you are missing out on some beautiful glimpses of a life well lived and thoroughly enjoyed. Why not share in a bit of the joy?
I spend a lot of my spare time just watching the animals here. Most of the time, it is just for pure entertainment.Here is a goat playing King of the Castle…
She did that for a good hour, jumping on the back of any ewe that was lying down and challenging any lamb that came up to her.Or how about the ducks…
…that bravely linger by the dogs, stretching out their necks, hoping to sneak a piece of dog food. They use their beaks to nuzzle through the wool of resting ewes to find bits of grain in the winter; in the summer, they gingerly pick flies off of their legs. The one in the picture was just poked in the eye.
Or those precious first moments, like this curious lamb that snuck up onto a sleeping Simmie. Note the little goat that was about to lay down with her.
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