Can you see what I see?
There is a walkway where I live. At some point, the Council decided to make a coastal path over large pipes, by dumping tonnes of concrete, over the lot, or so I have been told. It connects the bays along the foot of sandstone cliffs, who are forever moaning and crying down their rock tears. If you beware the sadness of the stones and do not mind being splashed by the sea, with guile and good timing, you can make it, from one plop of sand to the next even at the highest of tides. Today, a weekend morning, a high tide, exceptional weather, and the excitement of the official start of summer created an ant line of us along this thin piece of concrete. Happy dogs, bare legs and the smell of sun cream moved along the path with alarming efficiency. Did anyone see what I saw?
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A walk with a snake beneath my feet
There is a beautiful path I take regularly, it carries me past a tall tree, whose trunk has split in the growing. It flicks out of the earth like the tongue of a giant serpent, tines spread wide, to collect the chemicals of my existence. Sometimes I daydream that the mighty head with rise out of the ground and the creature lurking below will paralyse me with fear and eat my dog. I walk a little quicker on these broody dark days. Sometimes I just think about what to cook for dinner and hardly notice the trunk, when the sun shines bright, my crowded mind is filled with marshmallows and gravy.
Today I am standing under the tree looking up. It is the end of a bright blue sky day and I have just watched two Rosellas scramble up from the grass path before me. They chatter now, among the leaves, avoiding my gaze, waiting for me to go. My dog is busy with a smaller one of his kind further back along the path, I have time. The pair are annoyed with me, they want to eat the grass seed, I want to see their bright feathers, the dog is still sniffing, there is a standoff. I can not see the birds among the cones and glare of the sun. Continue reading “The Advice Safe”
One day you might have children of your own
I fear this part, the letting go. I know my children are good, I know they understand right from wrong, I know they want to do their best, I know it is time to let go. I just hate the thought of it.
I have spent my time as a parent preparing my children for an independent life. I have taught skills, spoken of life with all its complications. I have explained the good and the bad. They understand life is a hot soup, to be tasted with caution, enjoyed to the last scrape.
I am not sure what it is I fear, broken heart, broken limbs, broken mind. These things can be mended.
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Life is a river, everything changes
An old lady knocked on my door.
I said “Hello”
She said, “I hope you don’t mind, my husband built this house.”
I was confused and left space for the explanation.
“It was the first house on this section” she continued, looking back to the road. “We bought it from the farmer.”
I wondered whether she was still talking to me.
“I hope you don’t mind but I see that you have been doing a lot of work on the place.”
We had totally renovated, an 8 month project, I was still titivating.
I remembered my manners. “Would you like to come in?” I put the roller in a plastic bag and tapped the lid back on the pot of paint. Continue reading “Advise Safe”
Weeds are just things in the wrong place
Here are a few I found out gardening today. I have plenty and am happy to share, so I have made a catalogue for your convenience. A one time special offer. Disclaimer – I am not an expert- reasonable terms. You just have to help me move them from their current position.
Admired for its delicate white petals and popular with children, Bellis perennis is a very useful ground cover perennial. Excellent for dry, sunny areas with poor soil. They bloom profusely in the early summer and will dominate your lawn, and open up any cracks in your paving. Makes beautiful chains. Continue reading “Advice Safe”
How to cheat at quiz nights – 10 best old school hacks
Those that know me will confirm that I have a poor memory; they call me Dory. I suspect I am more like a hoarder, the memories are there just hidden under piles of other stuff that I enjoy more. I have always used memory aids like long sticks to poke and prod the information out. To pass my history exams I used to sing the significant dates in limerick form. I still hum 30 days hath September, April, June and November…..when I need to know how many days are left in the month. Violet, Indigo, Blueooo and Green, Yellow Orange and Red in a T.V sing song voice for the rainbow. I guess remembering it is redundant now, given that facts can be retrieved from phones before I can recall the appropriate mnemonic. I thought it would be fun to leave my favourites here, in case you ever attend a quiz night. Some are well known, I made the rest up. I really does work, I typed them out quickly, too many years later. Continue reading “Advise Safe”
What the sea brought to me – a conversation
I went to the beach to find the presents Sea had left after the storm.
That’s interesting, a little blue hat that belonged to a man of action once. Too small though.
Tiny black mussels trying to hide. They need more time so I can not take them.
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