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Tripped up tonight coming in the front door. Caught my toe on the bar at the bottom of the door! Went flying but grabbed the cupboard and was holding the door handle. Wrenched my shoulder and hurt my foot but at least I didn’t land flat on my face. Must be more careful!
Catching up with #bandofsketchers again. The prompt was Fall (American word for Autumn). Various versions of a doodled tree drawn in my sketchbook app. I just saw the news of a new Banksy mural in London and this is my reaction to it. Nothing like his painting except for the feeling of dripping paint. He just used green and black but I went for more autumnal colours. I had fun with this.
When he was young he used to climb
But I had no head for heights
He’d climb down cliffs
Or up tall pikes
While I stood by in fear
He’d disappear below my view
And I would cower in dread
Till he came back from his perch
On steps above the sea.
He never slipped, or dropped or fell
I was so proud of him
While I crawled on hands and knees
A victim of vertigo,
Atop the smallest hill!
Now he had fallen out of sight
Never to reappear
But I will wait and hope one day
I’ll join him safely, my fate?
Have you ever broken a bone?
I’ve broken a few bones in my life. Luckily they mended.
I don’t know if I should give personal information out about my health, and yet I have shared before. So I will talk about something that happened more than thirty years ago.
I will talk about one injury which was very painful. I slipped on the top stair of a friends house and bumped down every single step on my bottom. Instead of sympathy all my friends just laughed! I realised I had hurt myself, so went to the accident unit at the hospital., in those days you could get checked over much more quickly.
After about four hours of standing up (I couldn’t sit) the doctor diagnosed a fractured coccyx (your tail bone). He said he wouldn’t xray the area, but that it would take six to eight weeks to get better. In the meantime I needed padding to support my weight, so I bought a blow up swimming ring. It was very strange going to work and sitting on a blue ring covered in goldfish. I got some smart and silly remarks from colleagues. But eventually I was OK…
Dry as dust
No tears fall
The end of fuss
Cracked and dull
Sadness ends
Emotions pall
Memories shrink
Till nothing at all
Moistens my eyes
My eyelids won’t fall.
Yellow, gold and brown
All the leaves fall down
Fallen in a mound
As the wind whirls round
Rain streaks the windows
As the wild storm blows
Hail mixed into icy rain
Knocks more leaves down again
Time has ended for them now
Rotten, crumbled, so they go.
Brown is boring
Brown’s like grey
Such a shame
Is there no way
To be exciting
On a cold wet day
It looks so drab.
But a shaft of sunlight
Brightener of all
Lifts it to Golden brown
Or the colour of copper kettles
Bronzed or even brassy
Makes me happy
Brown can be sassy
Nasturtiums sprawling in the back yard. They are in our front hedge too. There are flowers six foot up in the air. You can tell its nasturtiums because of the shape of their leaves, sort of like umbrellas. The leaves, as you can see, are sometimes variegated. The colours vary from pale cream to deep red. I’ve never seen a blue or purple one? Maybe they will do some genetic modification to change that? At the end of summer they are something cheerful to look at.
A leaf on our floor has come in to visit today. I put the photo through photodirector to give more texture to it.
Some of our trees are starting to lose their leaves already. I think the lack of water over the last few months has had an effect. Autumn seems to come later each year, with warmer weather the leaves usually stay on longer. It may start now, but trees hold onto their leaves until well into November. But is this leaf a precursor to an earlier fall?
Hubby is ill. Coughing and tired with this cold. He came downstairs for tea and then went to stand up and fainted! He’s OK but he’s hurt his knee by landing on an oil heater. He wouldn’t let me call an ambulance and he’s gone back upstairs with a walking stick. He’s like a tired old wizard, not happy, but not in the mood for TLC. Don’t know what to do. I’ll take him a drink and a sandwich in a bit. All I can do is help if I can.
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