Friday, April 10, 2009

Last Icicle

A dripping day and today the last icicle fell from the roof....Older daughter proudly announced "I took a photo of it first Mum" So here it is...


another snap she took highlights how hard it is being a cat sometimes...
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from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)