by Caine
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Professional noticer at large
What am I doing? Working!
"Oh, I reckon I believes in tea, sunrises, that sort of thing.".
Esme Weatherwax, Carpe Jugulum
Pharyngula
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"And as you cross the circle line,
Well the ice wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye,
Shining in the setting sun.
Well do you ever get the feeling
That the story's too damn real
And in the present tense.
Or that everbody's on the stage
And it seems like you're the only
Person sitting in the audience
Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day"
- Ian Anderson
All photos are my copyright unless so stated.
,tiny flower,white
Dhamaka says:
I love the fluffy edges. The first one does it for me, it gives such an impression of delicacy
Caine says:
Yes, I know. I don't even try. They grow where there's nothing else to interfere with really.
Viv says:
that's fine then - I once had them in a border with roses and it was a constant battle!
in my big garden there would be plenty of places they could grow quite happily
Mrs. 540 and Mandy, thanks. :) Sounds like an interesting battle of the weeds, Mandy. :D
Bindweed
There is little I can do
besides stoop to pluck them
one by one from the ground,
their roots all weak links,
this hoard of Lazaruses popping up
at night, not the Heavenly Blue
so like silk handkerchiefs,
nor the Giant White so timid
in the face of the moon,
but poor relations who visit
then stay. They sleep in my garden.
Each morning I evict them.
Each night more arrive, their leaves
small, green shrouds,
reminding me the mother root
waits deep underground
and I dig but will never find her
and her children will inherit
all that I've cleared
when she holds me tighter
and tighter in her arms.
James Mckean
