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Some hands know the soil.
They know what to do with it.
They’re not fine hands, clean hands, they’re rough and thick fingered and calloused but they bring life out of the black and keep a kind of order on the land.
They give firm handshakes.
And hold grandchildren carefully like they hold a china tea cup or a fragile flower.

(For Bob, who knew the land and its people well, RIP).

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Working from home day –

Small Man is humming, playing ~

I don’t mind the noise.

Spring humidity –

Brings the year’s first thunderstorm ~

Children greeting Thor. 

  


Two small frogs, sleeping –
Kicking off the coversheets~
Yet, how cold it is!

Two frogs are chatting –
It is long past their bedtime ~
Just then, stars are born.

There are many sounds –
Of daily life ~ few as sweet –
As kids hoovering.

Fabulous
Rational
Enquiring
Youthful
Joyful
Angel

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Image credit Ms Maye.

Eight chicks going strong –
Mom, Dad, doing a good job ~
Well done, almost there!

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A moth drinking deep –
Just saved by us from the stream ~
He’s gone the next day…

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And should it matter –
Whether it was gas or steel ~
They were still children.

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