This is my Gaff, my Pad, tucked away in the Staffordshire countryside away from all of my dislikes, well almost all anyway, can’t have our cake and eat it can we.
It is here we enjoy the Summer Sun and go hand in hand with the Seasons. As the Seasons change we have to follow suit and change with them. Some of the old sayings ring true to this Day, a stitch in time saves nine is one of my favorites, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, and many more.
Even as I write a light rain falls and saturates the colors of Autumn, I may have to close the door and seal my little cocoon, oh no, someone is comming up the track, I can tell because the Birds have gone quiet, someone is opening the 5 bar gate, can’t see them yet, to many leaves on the Forsythia, a little Stoat just ran across the path spooking a feeding Woody. There’s only one, should be in view any second now, they are safe as long as they stay on the path.
Well I’ll be damned. Look who it is, it’s Gareth the helpful Turkey!
“Bore Da Bugs, you in?”
“P’noun Da Gareth, c’mon in, mind that trip wire”
Best put the kettle on, see you later.
Categories: Burning the Midnight Oil