Sad, kind, funny

 Outside a supermarket, a small, skinny almost hairless (except for its ears) dog, leash tied to a bar, waiting.... When a familiar shape came towards it, with a hopeful look it lifted a paw. As it passed, sadly replaced the paw on the pavement.

Not having spent enough in the shop, expected to pay the full parking charge but a kindly till operator, with a smile, reimbursed the full fee.

When toddlers chase pigeons, the birds usually fly off, to shouts of glee. Not here. Pigeons run fast as the toddlers, then faster - and escape!

Possibilities....

 Wet, wet, wet, everywhere. Streams full to bursting, fields turned into lakes, so much rain. 

Apparently we have had the warmest March since whenever. 

The pond is now full of water and leaves, after being dry for most of last year, so I pulled out some of the grot - gently, of course because several frogs were plopping about. And then - frogspawn!  

We have never had spawn in the pond, or at least I have never seen any. 

Lovely surprise,

Of course, the rest of the garden has gone mad but if we continue to have a few dry hours a day then it can be contained.

Not controlled, never controlled. It is Nature, after all.

..and endings.

 This has been so difficult to approach. The end of a life is so much more than sadness and loss.

A great friend, the partner of a very dear friend and a big part of our extended family, has gone. 

Somewhere on a sun-warmed beach (under which lurks an un-named worm), a glass of wine, a pack of cigarettes and a searching of the blue, blue sky for vapour trails......

Learning to Fly.

A close word, sibling.

Is time a piece of string? an elastic band? a buy product of the industrial revolution?
Whatever, I had thought I'd got used to it, able to manage its vagaries and then last Thursday happened.
Time stopped. Then stretched.

That explained why no birthday wishes, no call, no catch-up.

Gone.
And now I awake and the day goes on and on until it is eventually time for bed, days since I woke up.

(From April 2018, R.I.P. Curly Pete)

Plot

 T ip-toe,                       

W atch,                    

E xplore.  

         

N ettles,                     

T hisles,                 

E arwigs,             

Y icks!.                

T ickle,               

W iggle,              

O lay!!                      

Red or blue?

New boots, new boots

New boots, yeah!

Red boots, red boots,

Rah, rah, rah!

M.V. part 2

 What if God was one of us?

What if God was a slob like us?

A stranger on a bus

Just trying to get home?

Green, green grass

Blue, blue sky,

You'd better have a party

On the day that I die.