June 10th, 2008


twitterings from cleanskies

  • 09:28 A small black cat hop pounces through the damp lawn, chasing flies, blades of grass. Her eyes are as yellow as the buttercups she disturbs. #
  • 14:05 Robin posts a beakful of wings and legs into a juvenile begging on a pile of bricks; peeps from the more timid siblings hidden in deep ivy. #
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2020 lack of vision

new pond already has a frog

look a frog!
Originally uploaded by Jeremy Dennis.

New pond has received the frog of approval! Frog is right in the middle of that shot, peering out from the stones. It's clearer bigger (on click-through). It's a bit of a small pond, but I only had so much old carpet (for lining the hole) and, indeed, space. Have ordered a solar fountain off the interwebs (they've gone down since last year) and now we only need a rainstorm to finish the job -- two slimline waterbutts were not quite enough water.

This morning I had a dream about walking across an open-cast salt mine in Russia. It was beautiful -- the bright sun was glinting off the salt flats, and gleaming large machinery in blues and greys and trucks in vivid primary colours speckled with salt-dust were bustling around, clusters of foremen and workers in hi-vis jackets, wellies and hard-hats all going about their business. Tim and I were heading for a small train station, where we would catch the next train down the line, to meet up with the some friends. A woman with a huge soft fur coat and a huge soft fluffy dog was on the platform, distracting the guards, which made me hope that they wouldn't notice that our tickets were perhaps not quite in order.