poetry – Page 123 – don't confuse the narrator

widdershins around the reservoir

reservoir mist — The sun peels mist from the water

moving mountains

After the storm,
the river drops to reveal
new mudbanks;
slowly, the mountains
are coming to us.

(No, there are no mudbanks visible in the photo, which is actually the point at which my local river is dammed to form a reservoir. But hopefully it brightens the page a bit.)

food for thought

I went into the local agricultural supplies store to buy cat food and the guy looked up and said “¿pienso?”.

I’ll admit I was sorely tempted to reply, “lo dudo” as he’s not the brightest crayon in the box: he’s more the sort who “just sits” without much in the way of thinking going on.

(That was meant as a reference to “sometimes I sits and thinks, and then again I just sits.”, but now I’ve added a photo, I find that “I have a Gumbie Cat in mind”. Hmm. Tangents are fun things.)

Anyway, he really meant pienso as a noun – alimento para el ganado. Well, I’d never thought of our semi-ferals as livestock, but there’s certainly a small herd of them. (And, as the guy in the EDS advert says, “Herding cats? don’t let anybody tell you it’s easy.”)
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blame the reds

We’re still having intermittent internet and phone outages, and still waiting for them to change the poste at the end of the garden – which is riddled with woodworm and carpenter bee tunnels – and, hopefully, install a new cable at the same time.

This morning, having glimpsed a red squirrel run across the road ahead of me, I was reminded that last time we had problems, the telecom guy blamed las ardillas. He re-strung several lengths of cable before we realised that in fact someone had cut through the cable while trying to tidy up the excess ivy. (However much I complain about the telephone company, I’ll admit they were more than reasonable when they didn’t charge us for that.)
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following a star

Not quite as glorious as the marigolds, but another picture to brighten the page:

I think I’ve mentioned before that I learn things from posting on this blog. I’ve been looking at these dead plant heads for weeks (and in previous years, too) and although I’ve vaguely wondered what they are, I’ve never bothered to investigate. All I thought when I took the picture was that they were like stars against the evening sky.
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