Saturday, 26 December 2020
Friday, 25 December 2020
Monday, 21 December 2020
Friday, 18 December 2020
Would it be FUN?
Monday, 14 December 2020
Mum and I enjoyed our week together and I am
Friday, 11 December 2020
I think she really enjoyed it too. We still have the weekend.
For now I will enjoy today and the weekend!
Friday, 4 December 2020
Monday, 30 November 2020
Naturally I had to play with it!!
I'm just going to give this twig a whap!
Friday, 27 November 2020
Monday, 23 November 2020
Julie: I got to go outside.
I ignored him. After all, it was my time outdoors.
enjoyed it a lot . I hope it will be a long while before any of that
Friday, 20 November 2020
Monday, 16 November 2020
I will spend that time having a quiet nap.
Friday, 13 November 2020
Gee! That was FUN!!!!!!
I hope I didn't scare you! MOL!!!!
This is probably as scary as I get.
(mum, it's NOT a yawn)
Have a FUN weekend!
Wednesday, 11 November 2020
For the Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Monday, 9 November 2020
I saw birds and squirrels at the feeders.