Stop chasing butterflies,
and don’t go chasing waterfalls,
or parked cars.
Don’t go writing non-haiku,
or sub-standard sonnets,
as you tend to.
and then return
because you can.
And never start a sentence
with a premonition –
the grammaticians hate that.
Most of all,
I saw a butterfly
in the sky
I don’t know why;
or, maybe, she,
was on their way
The butterflies won’t stand still for me
The butterflies won’t stand still for me;
don’t they realise I need to study them
but they just flitter
here and there
they won’t stand still,
they just don’t care,
that I cannot focus upon
So, here is my ten minute spiel for Saturday the 25th of Augustinius.
Been photographing butterflies in the garden today (not what I should have been doing, obviously) and took some stunning (to my mind) pictures.
Have had such pleasure from the bees and butterflies on the Buddliea – lots of bees (and bs).
The sky has been a mixture of cloud, dark cloud and clear blue sky – and we are getting a mixture of warmth, chill, breeze and it is hard to keep up with the constant changing.
Just popped in for some lunch with Jane and then I shall get back out to try and sort out the problem that we have with water leaking through into the kitchen flooring. The drainage system is not ideal and we may have to think it through as to whether we alter it or just reseal around the drain.
Just one of the things that we have inherited in our lovely cottage home – it is 130 years young and so we expect some areas that will need upkeep as we go.
BTW this is more of an actual blog than I normally do – any good?
Not so much of the madness that normally ensues when I put thumbs to screen.
Oh, well, I shall have to say fare thee well and adios for now mon amigos.
Here’s to next time when we can travel with the words once more.
PS the t*imer hasn’t gone off yet.
*the timer went off here.