Spring
Of daffodils
An irresistible renewal
Joyous hope: life affirmed
Promise
Category: Nature
Ô Toulouse…
Tomorrow at daybreak, when the fields are pale
I will leave. You see, I know that you are waiting for me.
I will cross the forest, I will cross the hills
I cannot keep away from you any longer. Continue reading “Ô Toulouse…”
Sparrowhawk outside my kitchen door!
Mid afternoon, and a resounding crash from the direction of the kitchen. I rushed from the sitting room, flung open the kitchen door; just outside, a bird of prey atop a dead pigeon. I can only imagine that the very dead victim had crashed into the door in a desperate attempt to flee from the bird of prey.
Lawrence Anthony – RIP
A little periwinkle does you good
From the office window I noticed a little clump of primroses, in a triangle of sunshine. I thought I’d snap them and post them to cheer up Bearsy. Continue reading “A little periwinkle does you good”
In defence of tree huggers with attitude!
“I’m a fuzzy-headed warm-hearted liberal, and I think fuzzy-headed warm-hearted liberalism is an ideological stance that needs defending—if necessary, with a hob-nailed boot-kick to the bollocks of budding totalitarianism.” (Charles Stross)
Yeah, right on, and if you disagree with this, I reserve the right to tell you, with all due respect, to go boil your head.
Dogs are for life, and just because we are in a recession, or they don’t match the furniture, they should not be abandoned.
One article here about stupid owners. I’m sure one could find many more.
Part I of a series about Linguistic Register.
Spring
This was taken a few days ago.
Under the sundial, the little Buddha is decorated with ruby ladybirds a few bulbs turn their faces to the sun.
Suid-Wes
Here’s a part of the world that I’m sure members rarely see…
Another slide show that I thought that I’d share. I prefer the full screen view (use those arrows in the bottom right hand corner)
The Jeans of Slave Traders
Some of you may remember a post I wrote a couple of years ago about my disillusionment with Richard Dawkins. A copy of that post is here. Yesterday I was reading one of our local papers and I came across this rather dodgy article here, which took me to the original, but equally dodgy article in the Daily Telegraph here. Continue reading “The Jeans of Slave Traders”
What’s so bad about extinction?
Just to put this into context: I’m much closer to extinction than I was 69 years ago. That’s life. Or in this case, death. So, musing as one does now and then about the transitoriness of this mortal coil, I wonder why the goody goodies of this world persist in lamenting the natural passing of everything they can shake a stick at!
If they could, they’d repopulate our crowded countryside with dinosaurs, woolly mammoths and giant stinging nettles. As if we didn’t have enough to worry about.
And now they even think they can save all of the 7,000 surviving languages – as if there is any lasting value in being able to say hi in Anishinaabemowin or Early Outer Mongolian.
Come on, guys. Spend your tax income on something else. Like educating aborigines. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist it.)
Boadicea's Chariot 
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