Bye Bye 2018!
Month: December 2018
Riversleigh
What lies beneath the cool green waters
of Riversleigh River?
Is it a face? Was that a hand reaching up for me as I looked down
into the waters that gently reached the riverbank
and rested there for a moment
before being pulled back out again?
I peered into the water and my face peered back
questioningly, I decided with annoyance.
Of course nothing lies quietly beneath the waters of Riversleigh River
I told myself sternly.
Its weighted down with rocks.
Big ones.
I should know.
I put them there myself.
You Have To Wonder About This
My end of the year vintage Victorian Christmas Card roundup- just to start things off I will say this- if these are examples of Christmas cards, I can only wonder why their Halloween greetings were so tame!
This is a Victorian Christmas Card.
It’s odd, slightly macabre and I kind of feel sorry for the guy in the picture because I don’t think this scene is playing out in his favor.
In addition I’m not sure if this is a Christmas greeting or a warning but I am certain that you could use it as a Halloween card too.
When I see this I can hear a million little sparrows singing
” They’re coming to get you Barbara ”
So, the person sending this card is saying that they’re sending moths to fly into your eyes and that they will die trying and that in the morning they’ll find you all there- enveloped in blood, moths wings and the sender’s ever lasting love.
I’m sure this is the kind of card that Dr. Phibes would send, at any rate I know I would.
Photo by Ylanite Koppens on Pexels.com
So there’s a few happy greetings to contemplate as we go into 2019- like we can contemplate where to order these babies for ourselves, am I right?
Anyhoo, have a cool yule guys!
amm
The Cottage On Chestnut Hill
In a small cottage, the kind of small cottage that you can find hidden at the end of roads that you would swear you’ve never noticed but you must have driven by it everyday since forever
because
roads and cottages surrounded by wild gardens do not just appear as if by magic out of thin air- isn’t that right?
So, back to my little story.
In my small cottage, surrounded by a wild garden chocked by weeds with softy downy thistles and tiny pink and purple blossoms I work on my needlepoint near a window with aged cream colored curtains tied back with packing string.
Last week I saw a car drive by and then the car stopped and rolled back and the driver and I were eye to eye, as it were.
I wasn’t going to stand up, because I was very busy but I decided to because my knee was a little stiff and I wanted a drink of water anyway.
So I stood up and the driver in the car leaned back and then leaned forward and I saw her take off her eyeglasses, clean them and put them back on again.
Then she sat there and then she looked straight ahead and nearly drove into the tree at the side of the road ( a beautiful twisted apple tree that produces the tastiest apples anywhere on Earth ).
” Silly woman, ” I said, wishing just a tiny bit that she had hit the tree or maybe the fence because nothing ever happens on quiet little roads like mine ” you’d think she had seen a ghost or something.”
I guess I had startled her- my windows do need a bit of cleaning because they are a little dusty.
I went to my little kitchen and got myself a glass of water and on the way out I checked my calendar again- because I am so bad with numbers and impossible with keeping track of dates
January 6th, 2019 FULL MOON
I had written in red- with little paw prints all around the square because I have not only a taste for over sweet apples, needlepoint and gardening.
I have a wolfish sense of humor too.
RDP Friday: COTTAGE