Category Archives: Poetry

Take a Break

Seaside 3

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A leave of absence

I’ll only be posting here

Sporadically

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Spring has Sprung here in Cape Town and I have many chores waiting. Also family is visiting soon, so I’ll be spending time with them.

All of which means that I’ll only be visiting Blogland now and then, for the next month or so.

To all my friends, particularly those in hospital or recovering, keep well and I’ll see you later.

Cheers!

 

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Furry Green Balls

Loquat 1

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Small furry green balls

Sprouting like an alien

Weird and wonderful

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Loquat 2

The funny looking loquat, Eriobotrya japonica, starts to blossom in April, just before our winter sets in.

Loquat 3

My poor old tree is very old and has lost quite a few branches, yet still soldiers on.

Loquat 4

Always the first to start growing, long before spring, the white flowers soon turn to tiny brown lumps and then to furry green balls.

Loquat 5

Sparky the squirrel loves this fruit, when it is ripe and peach-coloured. He has a few weeks to wait yet.

Loquat 6

I will see him most mornings running his little route across the tops of fences and along branches.

Loquat 7

Selecting his chosen loquat, he then returns carrying it in his mouth and sits in a suitable spot to eat it.

Yum!

 

Sunbird on my Finger

Sunbird 1

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Sit on my finger

As light as any feather

Tiny green wild thing

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I walked into my lounge the other day and heard a fluttering sound coming from the window. On investigating I found a tiny trapped male Lesser Double-Collared Sunbird, desperately trying to get out of the closed window.

Sunbird 1

There was no time to take any good photos, as he was clearly distressed and I was worried he would harm himself.

Just approaching him to try to open the window freaked him out even more and the frantic flapping of wings increased.

Sunbird 2

Very slowly I reached past him and opened the window as much as it would open; which was not a lot. This window is never opened and was very hard to move.

I thought he would simply fly away, but he was too confused and still kept bashing against the window pane.

I tried to guide him gently towards the open part, but he panicked even more.

Sunbird 3

Finally, I cupped my hands around him very carefully and edged him towards the opening. He stopped struggling immediately and was perfectly calm in my hands.

I opened my hands to let him fly away, but he hopped onto my finger instead and sat there quite happily.

This was a wild bird! I felt blessed by his trust.

In the end I put my whole hand out of the window, with the tiny Sunbird still perched on my finger.

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Finally he realised he was free to go and flew straight up into the Poinsettia tree. He sat there for a few minutes to get his bearings and recover from his ordeal. Then he flew off to be about his business.

This is the second time we’ve had a Sunbird in the house. The previous time I also had to scoop the poor bird up in my hands and take him outside and place him on the honeysuckle bush. (This is the first photo)

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Since these tiny birds are so cute, here are a few fun clips of humming birds, snoring and drinking sugar water.

 

I Wish I’d Been . . .

Dandelion Clock

 

I Wish I’d Been

 

I wish I’d been taller, thinner, stronger

Popular, athletic, younger

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I wish I’d been blonde, blue-eyed, prettier

Amusing, charming, wittier

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I wish I’d been able to breathe with ease

Able to run with the breeze

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I wish I’d been able to see like the rest

Able to stand the test

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I wish I’d been kinder, calmer, wiser

Had a patient adviser

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I wish I’d fit in with the crowd

Not always felt bowed

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I wish I’d been taught not to mind

The bully with back up behind

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I wish I’d been told it’s all right you know

Able to let things go

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I wish I’d been  .  .  .

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Never mind.

In the immortal words of Popeye

“I yam what I yam!”

 

Keeping Warm

Knitted Blankets

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A knitting pastime

Clickety clack of needles

Et Voila! Blankets!

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I’ve always liked to knit; usually while I’m doing something else. As a kid, I’d knit and read a book, while listening to music and rocking in my Mum’s rocking chair!

Nowadays I tend to knit in the evenings if I’m watching a movie. I just knit squares, so I don’t have to kook at my work. If the movie is exciting I’ll look down and see I’ve knitted way beyond my square and now have a rectangle!

I sew up the squares into small blankets, that can be draped over your knees or shoulders; or used as a baby blanket or an extra layer on your bed. They are surprisingly light and very warm.

Last winter I had knitted many squares, but had not sewn them up. So at the beginning of this winter I got out all the squares to make them up into blankets. I was amazed at the sheer number: I must have watched some good movies!

The photo shows the finished blankets that I took to the charity shop. They can either sell them for funds for the animal rescue organisation that Little Monkey came from, or give them away to those in need.

I’ve stocked up on more wool from the local shop. The colours are very bright, so it looks like the next lot of blankets will be neon!

 

Sparky on my Stoep

Sparky on my Stoep 1

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Hopping round my stoep

My very own little pet

Dancing for peanuts

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Several times a day Sparky the squirrel hops around our stoep, peeping through the glass door and waiting expectantly for a few nuts.

Sparky on my Stoep 2

I thought he was a greedy little thing, popping by so often, till I realised that there was more than one Sparky, when I happened to see two at the same time! One definitely looks fatter; and one has a straggly tail.

Sparky on my Stoep 3

The fat one sometimes sits on top of the stone rabbit, waiting for his food. He takes the nut and eats it on the stoep. The thinner one always runs far away to eat his.

All of them eat a few and bury a few for the lean times.

Still, I think that each does come by more than once a day. I should put little coloured collars on them so I can tell them apart!

Then I ought to get tiny little identity discs with their name and my telephone number, and then . . . .