Crab

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Small red crab

Swimming in a rock pool

Waiting for the tide

To wash you into the sea.

Little legs paddling,

Scuttling sideways.

Sneaking past the gulls

To find your true love.

Barnacles surround you,

Seaweed lashes you.

Waves crash over you,

Still you scuttle

Creeping along the strand,

Till round a rock face,

You meet her…

And you both swim

Into the sunset.

 

Me and her

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We were friends, twenty years ago, me and her, inseparable. I painted us together, and remember her with fondness. She was so bright. She understood me. She pounced when I threw a ball for her. Jumped when I tapped the wall outside. Purred so happily. She was my soul mate.

This weekend two friends lost their cats to illness. It reminded me of how felines can be so loving. They may sometimes be aloof, but a glance of joy from there eyes is enough to entrance you. Cats are bright, sneaky and sharp.

Never underestimate a cat.

X

Memory, one year ago.

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I wanted to write a poem that rhymed more. A lot of what I write is in blank verse (a poem where words don’t rhyme). I tried to do something more flowing here. Don’t know if it worked.   (Could be a song?)

Different time

different place in space,

we’ve moved on,

you and I,

its a different sky.

My time is here,

your time has gone,

my life moves on,

you are almost forgotten.

Don’t force a smile,

you will be fine,

just let me go,

the stars say so.

Do say farewells,

and stay a friend,

but our sweet love,

must have an end.

Fish gotta swim..

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It is funny how a snatch of music can sometime just spring into your mind. I was just thinking about the fish in my hubbies pond and if they will be OK because of the frosts we are getting.

I just remembered the phrase ‘fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly’ and ‘can’t help loving that man of mine’. I know I like the song, but I can’t remember the singer although I think I know the title! And is it from the opera Porgy and Bess? I might try and learn it.

I am normally an alto when I sing, although I have hardly done any singing recently. I miss choir practice and my friends. I was saying in a previous post I’m not that keen on people, and yet when I think of my friends… Perhaps it’s just strangers I don’t like?…..

Anyway. I might go and look up this song.

X

Love, today’s challenge, day 22.

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He loves his tractors, I love him, I’m not sure I love his hair.

I just realised how long my hubby’s hair is getting. If I cut it will he be like Sampson and lose his strength? Should I put it in a pony tail? He does have the look of a mad professor!

Anyway I did this one early, I’m usually a lot later doing a sketch for our Stoke Urban Sketchers challenge, but the prompt was love. My hubby was a good model, and including the tractor calendar just worked. If you look the little drawing above the bowl on the wall is meant to be me sketching. My friend did a caracature of me and its on the wall there. X

A task I love

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Urban sketchers Stoke-on-Trent new challenge, a task you love.

I am trying to plant up hanging baskets, but I only have a few plug plants, and a bit of compost to put them in.

Luckily some of my plants overwintered and are regrowing, so I have a few fushia plants, a lobelia, and some trailing plants with pale purple flowers that is in this basket. I’ve put a few begonias in the pot hanging below it.

I put one basket under another to get a tiered effect. Usually these are full of plants, now I’ve done two with tumbler tomatoes which you put in baskets and as they grow they hang down for picking.

Yes these are tasks I love. X

Love

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She likes climbing up on the airer to have a love, she rubs her cheek against my hand, pushing her nose into my palm. The tower of trays in the background is where she sleeps, curled up above the warm radiator.

Paws on the towel, staring at me. Looking for a cuddle, or sometimes her cat biscuits. She’s a lively cat. She chases toys like a professional footballer. Rolling a tennis ball along with one small front paw. Goal! She pushes it under the sideboard. I act as goalie and fish it back out again.

A graceful gracious cat…

X

Rainbows

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From Facebook :

A friend who works for the NHS said ” I haven’t seen any as yet but a friend has seen a picture of a rainbow in someone’s window, so, how about we all draw, paint, print one off and put them in our windows?? Something to do if nothing else then as We’re bombing around”….. “in our Ambo we can start counting how many we see!!!
There’s always a rainbow at the end of a Storm and it could show that we are all standing together (2 metres apart lol) to ride this storm out!!!
Then when this IS all over, and it will be, we can all have rainbow parties (any excuse for a knees up!) to celebrate “….

I though what a wonderful idea. I did one of my own which is in my front window now. It may not be much, but it made me feel more positive.

X

Poddling

I once saw a cartoon of a cat on a poster, paws kneading someone’s arm. The picture had a red circle with a diagonal red line across it. Below it, it said something like poddle free Cheshire.

Poddling, a lovely, possibly made up, word to describe when a cat sits on you, claws slightly out, kneading ‘poddling’ your leg. If you have loving cats like mine you end up with hundreds of tiny puncture wounds in your thigh. I try and wear trousers made of thick, dense material to protect myself. Sometimes this behaviour goes on for three or four minutes while my cat gently purrs to herself. It only stops when my hubby walks back in the room, then the cat leaps off and goes away ( he makes her nervous as he is quite loud!)