A moment to pause and breathe clearly in this often hard pressed world
Across from our small cottage garden is a country lane verge. For many years this was long grass and adventitious plants which tended to get used as a loo for every walked dog in the area, which was a ‘swine’ if you happened to be playing ball in the lane or wanted to talk to the neighbour over the wall. So one year we dug it up and I planted it with everything I could get my hands on that would spread and mix interestingly, in a vague hope that –
- the smellier plants would put the dogs off
- the semi-cared for look of it would put the dog owners off
The young fruit trees were eaten one hard winter by the wild goats, but on the whole, though not pretty, it has worked, and gives colour of one sort or another year round. It’s become a survival of the fittest amongst the plantings; is full of amphibians, and its growing chaos brings happiness to my life, blueberries and gooseberries in season and such strong herb smells that, every time I kneel down to see to any tidying up a bit, it makes me think of the line “ I know a bank where the wild time blows“.
And on a different note, whilst I’m at it, another ‘share’
Occasionally we become temporary hosts to racing pigeons who stop off for goodness knows what reason. I suppose over the last 30 odd years we’ve had 10-15 or so.
The data we have for contacting local fanciers’ clubs to come and rescue the hesitant flyer is now out of date, and this pigeon has been here for 3 days and does not have the look of being on the move, more one of eying up the local ‘talent’.
I’m not usually one to share the moving and philosophical moments I come across, preferring them more as an internal experience. But on this somewhat fuzzy headed morning, whilst searching for websites to locate a local fanciers’ club, this link popped up – you may, or may not, have already seen it.
Can’t find a date on it so it may be old news. I hope it helps bring a smile to your day and apologies if you’ve already seen it, but you can’t have too many smiles pass through your life, can you.
Wild Rose Rescue Ranch – Noah and Bunnies
yes, it’s in Texas, but the Scottish pigeon club is spreading the word.
PS: no sooner had I typed this than away the pigeon flew. Hopefully that will soon be one relieved pigeon owner, but I hope the delay won’t bring ‘sadness’ to the life of the pigeon.