Natural gardeners work their magic on a rock wall on the north Devon coast. Very few of us will ever achieve such perfection.
 When I walked by this wood knot in a garden bench I thought, "hey, that looks just like a badger!"
I suppose a little imagination . . . or alcohol, is required.  By standing quietly on tip toe at my kitchen window it is possible to watch this 'dancing Dragon' embrace the sky with joy, just beyond my neighbour's shed,. So far it has been there every evening this year. Will it go or will it grow?
I'll keep watching.  Here's a nice example from nature as to what may befall those who decide to stick their head above the others. Near Pinkery pond on Exmoor, Devon.
You didn't expect me to look at the Sun did you?
I was up at the crack of dawn, okay, before 0930 hours anyway and sat in the garden with a cup of herb tea to absorb the ambiance of this stellar event. As you can see the time is just about right by the sundial which bears the evidence of an overnight frost. I sat there so that I was part of it, not just thinking or watching but trying to be one with it just as was the lone blackbird sitting on the roof in a silence of its own. We were there the day it happened, will we be around for the next one? They say it might happen tomorrow as well, so we're in with a fighting chance, that blackbird and me. The birds were silent all except for the doolally wood pigeon that lives near here ... too near here! 
In one way you could say that this little boat is all at sea . . . in a muddle, lost. The deepening sand will hold her fast. Without help she will drown on the high tide. Such a shame. We must be careful that we too do not become trapped so and unable therefore to fulfill our dreams of adventure.
Like footsteps in the sand and water that flows to the sea, in a very short time you will never know they were there, so why do we lesser beings seek eternity, immortality. Better to accept the transience of our days . . . whether we gibber in them or not!
Enjoy each step - this must be a better way, for one never knows if there'll be another.  Why do they say it is the poor that need to worry about keeping the wolf from the door?
Firstly the poor old wolf gets maligned quite wrongly and too often, which is a great shame. Second , the poor have nothing much for the wolf to take . . . it is the rich man that should 'fear the wolf' for he has plenty to worry about. There are many wolves in many guises, but I can't help feeling that this old saying is somewhat flawed. I bet you still use it though . . . I do too.  The Blue Ball Inn, North Devon, one of the finest places to enjoy an excellent Sunday lunch. Set in idyllic countryside between moor and sea, oozing with character and great history. Nearby the ancient Saxons defended their homeland and beat off the Danes in battle and by the gale lashed old Inn door was carted the Lynmouth lifeboat in the villager's epic struggle to launch from a safer beach over a hundred years ago. Friendly staff, great dinners and great customers too. Why not be one, one day?  Ever done it yourself? Have you telephoned or visited only to be told the person you had intended one day to see was already dead often a long time before.. You then say something like, "Oh, I'm so sorry, they were a really good person." You can never tell the deceased that you thought that, nor will you ever again find out what little secrets of life they might have shared. Not to worry . . . it'll happen to you too. It's what man does best. I'm guilty too.  |
AuthorMmmm, I think you know too much already, but what the hell. . . retired firefighter, martial artist and self thought philosopher, some say cynic, some say skeptic, some know the truth. . . . most never will. Archives
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