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Reflections 2019 w24

Oh I do hate misplacing things, especially after one has searched, and sorted all the draws and bags I could have placed it. I have spent 4hrs searching/sorting and still no joy.

I so want some of the information held within its pages for tomorrow, but I have exhausted all ideas where there notepad could have been placed.

I thought I placed it in the drawer there when it was filled, but no, I did not.

I found the notepad prior to the one I am after, which got filled before the date I am after, and I am positive I have not thrown the following pad away.

I guess it will turn up eventually, but not alas today.

 

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You Know It’s…#Poem

You Know It’s …

 

It’s on the tip of my tongue,

yet it’s miles away.

It’s gone in a flash, 

when come time to say.

 

Where does it go to?

Where does it hide?

I know it’s not out there,

it’s somewhere inside.

 

It’s like I am trying,

butterflies to catch.

Have no net to help me,

in vegetable patch.

 

How did I get here?

It’s not where I was.

But when you start chasing,

all focus it has.

 

A change of direction,

for it to be saught.

It’s doing its utmost,

remaining un-caught. 

 

No longer care whether

it was important or not.

Catch it to just prove,

I’ve not lost the plot.

 

The others they don’t care,

it left me, it’s gone.

For subject has now changed,

they dropped it – moved on.

 

But still I keep searching,

my “it” I will find.

I wake in the darkness,

it’s now come to mind.

 

I will say it out loud,

for no-one to hear.

Then turn over grinning,

from ear to ear.

 

20/07/2018

A § M 

    

Reflections 2019 w23

The path at the allotment is two slabs, yet to get, away from being finished. A little bit of planting to do, and that is the plot design finished till later on in the year when I complete the greenhouse, if it does not get swapped, hence the no rush approach.

My sons happy memory toy, the opposite of his worry monster, I did not like the idea he had only an unpleasant memory storage system, has been finished and passed onto my son. His design on paper became an actual thing.

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Done

I know it’s not a perfect match, but he was warned it was my first time doing a zipper, along the belly, and that I was going to do Hop in one go, no prototypes to alter the pattern.

It was a strange creation, where I learnt a couple of lessons about batting and sewing machines. The zipper was not perfect (the belly), but it works, that is all I was asking of it.I kept it straight as it was my first one.

Skill will come with practice.

So, onto the next project…Another experimental piece, for someone at group. Thankfully it is a painting this time, with a twist.

One has also scheduled more poems, this take me up to September now.

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Rain…#Poem

Rain

 

Pitter Patter, pitter pat,

rain is landing on my hat.

Pitter Patter, pitter pat, 

lightning strikes to scare the cat.

Pitter Patter, pitter pat,

in little brook there swims a rat.

Pitter Patter, pitter pat, 

through the soft mud, splat, splat, splat.

Pitter Patter, pitter pat,

make a splash in puddle flat.

 

Drip by drip and drop by drop,

from hat falling, plop, plop, plop.

Drip by drip and drop by drop,

in sheltered doorway, little stop.

Drip by drip and drop by drop, 

floats on past a bottle top.

Drip by drip and drop by drop,

soaks the litter by the shop.

Drip by drip and drop by drop,

back to home – with a hoppity hop.

A § M 

28/1/2018

Reflections 2019 w22

One went up to the allotment today, armed with a paving slab and a couple of bags of sand, and rearranged the top half of the path for the third, and last, time.

Luckily the weeding on the no dig beds is super quick and easy, meaning one can keep on top of the plot at the same time as doing all the maul jobs.

I am looking forward to finishing the last bits now, just so I can relax and plant/harvest.

But what do I wear???

The rain’s coming in with a big drop in temperature, but when it stops and the sun comes out I’m cooking. And that has been in the space of an hour.

One cannot plan for the afternoon.

One can truly say that one is grateful for the shed, and green tea.

This time next year I will have the shed organised and the greenhouse competed/organised, so seeds can be sown and seedlings transplanted while the rain is a pouring.

There is a calm that comes with sowing seeds and pricking out plants…When your not balancing the trays.

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The Shopping Bag …#Poem

The Shopping Bag

 

Shopping bags 

of plastic made.

Use fabric ones, 

till corners fade.

 

Leather ones,

of decades past.

Still stand strong,

‘twere made t’ last.

 

But all will fall,

close or flop.

When time it comes 

t’ pack the shop.

 

Open – they stay,

all down the isle.

Till reach the checkout

with a smile.

 

Down items slide

to the checkout well.

Make bags collapse,

were standing still.

 

Milk is used,

to prop inside.

Turn – it falls,

 takes down the side.

 

I’ve propped it up,

turn – it stands.

I’ve fallen behind,

 so use both hands!

 

Bag it closes,

to block the food.

Now i’m cursing,

change of mood.

 

Cashier firing,

goods down fast.

As though I vexed them,

in the past.

 

No longer bagging,

but trolley fill.

Get to my car,

then bag I will.

 

A § M 

14/04/2018

    

Reflections 2019 w21

This is going to be quick, I’m Knackered.

Apart from hanging around waiting for people to have appointments the only thing I have done is the allotment.

This week I have planted my red current bush and cherry bush. 6 of the rubble bags have been taken to the skip. And the top half (90%) of the path laid out…To be rearranged earlier today, because I did not like the angle of approach from the gate to the half already laid. Only two slabs short from meeting in the middle.

More bushes are there to be planted, and that is the plan, working around more appointments, for this week.

I am so glad I am nearly finished.

 

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