Daily Prompt….Have you ever broken a bone?
Let’s be wildflowers, let our souls be scattered by the wind.
Let us grow wild and free, tall and brave, in the places that we dream, in the places where our longings are filled.
Let us grow through the cracks of brokenness, and we will make everything beautiful.
How do you balance work and home life?
Work and home life are no longer a thing for me. Being retired means finding balance in my life in other ways.
Born under the astrological sign of Libra suggests equilibrium, harmony and justice are important to me….and I know they are.
This is a topic that interests me a great deal, but ahead is a busy day. I would like to find the time to come back and add to this post later .
What sacrifices have you made in life?
I sometimes find the word ‘ sacrifice’ smacks of martyrdom in today’s world….and I’m not sure what to replace it with….forfeit? forego?
‘ Gave up’. Maybe that works a bit better? It’s still not perfect!
Once upon a time I had a well paid job overseas, a comfortable lifestyle and savings….and then I didn’t, because a Street Dog came into my life and changed everything. My Tony and the foster puppy Joe (who stayed forever) became my focus. My world.
It cost me everything, but I wouldn’t change a thing. That’s not totally true. I do not regret for one second bringing them back to the UK…but I wish I had done things differently.
In the end the young pup stayed by my side for 15 years, with unconditional love and a continuity in my life I knew neither before or since.
I loved those boys……and I miss them.
J.R.R. Tolkien
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things that I have never seen:
in every wood and every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago
and people who will see a world that I will never know.
But all all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.
Are you a leader or a follower?
List your top 5 favorite fruits.
Okay WordPress, a simple task for us today…..
I’ll start with watermelon, without a shadow of doubt, is my all time favourite fruit. Cool, crisp, sweet and succulent. Ticks all boxes
Do you remember as a kid at Christmas time dates appearing amongst the fayre? Those white, slim, long boxes with a thick see-through wrapper. Inside were dark, dried.. the strangest of fruit. Grown ups did not encourage us to try and we feared to tread. And there that weird fruit stayed for years. Now I buy them regularly. £5 for a box from the supermarket. Better to dip in and have a couple a day instead of chocolate or biscuits or other snacks that call out our name from the cupboard. Delicious! By far the leader of the pack are Jordanian ones. Yes I am somewhat biased…but they are not all born equal. Jordanian ones are superior, hands down. Soft, succulent and sweet. At the moment the ones in my kitchen are from South Africa and they are doing a grand job of coming second, by choice….
…….. ( Last night my dog was playing with something. Trying to chew it, spitting it out and then throwing it around … I tried to get close to see what he had, but if you know my dog, you will know it’s probably best not to do that!….When he barked momentarily at the Amazon delivery guy at the door, and dropped his fascinating new find, I got to see what it was. A date stone. We are clearly getting value for money here
I’ve not had a custard apple/cherimoya in twenty years, but the memories linger on. Soft, sweet, pulpy …custardy. Lush.
Bananas. Interestingly the one food stuff the price of which never seems to rise. Tasty and filling and containing approximately 9% of our daily potassium requirement. Good to have daily.
It is so hard not to pick one straight from the bunch when you buy some..but washing grapes before consumption is crucial. Bacteria and pesticides ( unless guaranteed organic) lurk in every crevice. Removing the waxy coating and debris will also preserve their shelf life. Black or green they are nutrition dense; vitamins, antioxidants and fibre The only thing to be mindful of is the sugar content.
There is a mango in my fruit bowl….breakfast is served
What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?
One small adjustment I could, should and will make is regarding my input here on Daily Prompt.
My responses daily have been mostly a bit thin on the ground this last week or so, as the pneumonia ( so brutal) has had the upper hand…but I have managed to do a little story telling…..and here’s where I need some improvement..editing. I pretty much write what’s in my head. They are not crafted, and so end up on the page ‘ as is’…and not looked at again for hours or maybe days at a time.
So my lovely peeps…if anything I write from time to time stirs you at all…do let me know. It would help me to grow…. Thank you. Much love x
So….time to pull me socks up, there!
Another blog related improvement would be to get your input. I’ve loved writing for as long as I can remember, but it’s only now 102 days in to DP @ WP, that I think I can continue without much distraction.
Sara Teasdale, 1884-1933
( War Time)
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And one will not know of the war, not one
will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
What does freedom mean to you?
The struggle was futile, an old cobweb proving more mighty than the exhausted fly. A cat sat silent and still watching the drama unfold. Hearing the tiny creature buzzing and shaking and watching as it stopped and started again, trying to release itself from the sticky silky fibre now encapsulating it.
The sun shone through small cracks in the side of the shed, which was held up with only memories and luck. Dust particles danced in the air. The cat now sitting on the window sill much closer to the fly, watched only.
A storm the night before had forced open the rickety door, allowing the animal inside to shelter and then rudely slamming it shut behind him.
It was the first Sunday in May, a beautiful morning.The clouds had been blown away by the gentle breeze. Church bells rang out joyfully across the village green.A healthy bee buzzed, a young blackbird called out for snacks. Robin surveyed his estate.
A young girl entered the garden, seven maybe eight years old. She spotteda favourite summer dress on the washing line. It was dry now, she must remember to tell Grandma.
She tugged at the door to the shed until it opened. ‘ There you are!’ she said as the cat nonchently walked passed her, without so much as a thank you. A little squeak? Maybe a tiny one.
As the cat headed off up the garden path the girl went further inside.She could hear the buzzing at the window and stepped forward. Her hands carefully reached for the fly and then gently she relieved it from the tangle of threads.
She turned for the door, stepped outside and the fly found freedom.
What public figure do you disagree with the most?
Absolutely nothing!
Netanyahu, Putin…Hang your heads in shame
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
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