January Small Stones # 29

Nesting

Canopies of trees have burst their buds.

testing, is it time to blossom?

to herald the coming green?

listen . . . no barren avenues today

the air orchestrated with birdsong.

blackbirds call from the horse chestnut roof

wives chime replies from birch spires.

a lilting debate about whether it’s time.

whether it’s the weather yet

or the risk of a frozen February mist.

begin early, there may be three nest-full’s

hatching this year. three full nests?

that’s an awful lot of work

 but a full of bounty of worm, who can resist?

My lovely friend Isadora, a talented poet http://insidethemindofisadora.wordpress.com/

suggested that I submit this poem here http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/

This story really touched my heart.

Margie.Merc's avatarHappily ... after retirement

I watched a documentary this past weekend titled, A Small Act. It’s a story about a woman who donated $15 on a quarterly basis to a young Kenyan boy named Chris Mburu.  That money helped to pay for Chris to attend grammar and secondary school, eventually leave his village and attend Harvard Law. His role as a human rights advocate brought him full circle as he began a foundation to help others. Chris named the foundation after his benefactor, Hilda Back.

If you are like me, you see the ads on television that tell you “your money will help” but I often think that my money will never really make it to the village or family or child. It’s all a scam.

Hilda Back, a Holocaust survivor,  didn’t think those thoughts and instead she sent money and often wondered if her small act made a difference.

I love when this…

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January Small Stones # 28

I went to walk in Danes wood today hoping to see snowdrops. There were a few along the lane from Poltimore to Killerton but none in the woods. Disappointing, but never mind, I’ve found a photo from a couple of years ago.

Determined not to get too snowdrop depressed, this is what I took home instead.

I know. But I didn’t promise to be rational did I???

January Small Stones # 27

Today the news is full of outrage because the boss of a major bank, owned by UK taxpayers is to receive a huge bonus payout, a little short of a million pounds. I was also financially outraged today, on a slightly smaller scale ;-), when I went to make a purchase. I’ve had a cold for a few days, quite unusual for me, and this morning I’d dripped my way through all the tissues I had with me. So in my lunch break I popped into the small branch of a certain major news retailer, set up as a convenience store in the hospital, during my lunch break.  I saw three choices and asked the price of each, expecting to pay through the nose (PTP!) a little. My first option was the equivalent of the quality you would find in a pound shop, the next the basic version of the brand name and the last the man sized brand name. The prices, can you guess? £2.49, £2.99 and £3.79, I kid you not, this is for a single box of tissues, and I nearly fell through the floor. ‘What? I only want one box, I would expect twin or triple packs for that.’ They looked at me as if I was crazy and offered a handbag ten pack for 99p. As it was that or my sleeve I had to fork out. Is it that I am a complete raging crone? Or do you agree that it’s totally nasty to charge prices that high, when most of the customers are patients or their visitors? Being in hospital is stressful enough without being ripped off and taken advantage of by a large national company. Grrrh.

January Small Stones # 26

For a while I’ve been writing short pieces about my travel in Rajasthan, and at present I’m writing about the time I spent in the Jaisalmer area. It’s taking me ages for some reason so for today’s stone I thought I’d give you a sneak preview!

Sunset was a bit hazy, not the really glorious reds I had hoped for, but like at Khuldera there was this strange . . .

And that’s all for now, perhaps you will come back when I post the rest!

January Small Stones # 25

Watching the comings and goings in the main concourse of a very busy hospital today I am reminded of how lucky I am to be blessed with good health. I have spoken to many people in various stages of unwellness, from elderly ladies who couldn’t see where I asked them to sign, because they had had drops in their eyes, to teenagers having cancer treatment. Many people arrive for pre-op assessment for next weeks hip replacements, cardiology and out patients clinics for undiagnosed ailments, most are smiling, but a few just look lost or confused. What touched me most today though was seeing a young girl sitting alone in a corner, her eyes full of tears, as if she carried the whole world on her tender shoulders. I wonder what could be wrong and who is helping?

January Small Stone # 24

Do you remember the TV ad where the whole office stops, opens a can of diet coke, and sits back to watch the window cleaner at work? If you remember, then you may have just had an involuntary shudder. Well today my colleague and I had such an event, only it was a ginger nut break rather than a DC break!

There was a problem with the light over my desk so Estates were notified and an electrician, complete with a new fluorescent tube and a tool duly arrived. Oh my! Tall, black silky hair and with a Latin look, he stood beside me surveying the light fitting and much as I wanted to sit tight I was in his way, so I stood back with Viv and watched. He stretched upwards, revealing a sliver of taut, olive tummy and I had to grab a biscuit to stop myself looking silly with my slack jaw. He may have said a few words but I didn’t hear him, I was too busy planning how to ‘accidently’ trash the light to get him back tomorrow.

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week #28

http://jfb57.wordpress.com/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups/

This is only my second go at the 100 word challenge so be gentle with me 🙂 This weeks prompt is . . . you bought her what . . .

Surprise Gift

‘Have you tried Dingenhams? There’s bound to be something she’d like, perfume, a watch?’

‘Not a clue, wouldn’t it be better to give her money to choose her . . .’

‘I don’t believe it, you’ve been married thirty years dad’ exasperated she shoved the chair in. ‘last year you bought her what I told you to buy, for heaven’s sake you choose this time, it’s the thought that counts.’

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            Back at the café, he beamed at her, ‘Sorted, look, she’ll love it.’

Stephanie rattled the bag and unwrapped . . . a bread knife.

You bought her what’?