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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!”

 

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Sunday Musings #188

I love the sound you make when you shut up.

– Unknown

 

OK I’ll be the first to admit that I have sensitive hearing, but still, some people are very loud and never stop talking. We all know one!

Noise pollution has increased over the years, along with all other pollution. (In Cape Town the air is often bad and we rely on the Cape Doctor (our strong winds) to blow it away.)

All day long I hear loud cars and motorbikes on the freeway; and jumbo jets, which even though they are high up by the time they pass our house, are still loud!

When the neighbours have their garden service around, we have hours of very loud noise from the petrol mowers and weedeaters (strimmers). Typically this will happen when I have a friend round and we are sitting out under the trees in the garden. You cannot hear yourself think, let alone speak!

But go back a few hundred years and while it may have been quieter, I am sure it smelled a lot worse!

 

Sunday Musings #187

Some people have their own bowling ball and their own bowling shoes . . . and no friends.

– Jim Gaffigan

 

Some years ago I had gone 10 pin bowling with my kids, my Mum and my brother and his family. We had a great time and lots of fun.

As we were leaving I noticed a man arriving, carrying a heavy sports bag over his shoulder.

In a momentary lull in the general background noise (of course) I said in a clear voice for all to hear, “Look at that guy. He’s got his own balls!”

The moment I said it I realised what I’d said and packed out laughing.

What can I say? I have a gift!

 

Sunday Musings #186

That fail moment when you pull your blankets up and punch yourself in the face.

Unknown

 

Haha Happens to me quite a lot!

I suspect that most of my readers don’t need blankets at the moment, as you experience summer heatwaves up in the North!

But down here in South Africa it is still winter; granted not like your winters; but still cold enough at night to warrant a blanket or two!

 

Pink Diamonds

Dianthus Raindrops 1

Haiku 134

Diamonds on petals

Life within a glassy bead

Sparkling reflections

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Dianthus Raindrops 2

The odd rain shower not only provides relief to a drought-stricken land;

Dianthus Raindrops 3

But also a myriad of tiny pink diamonds –

Dianthus Raindrops 4

To adorn my plants afterwards.

Dianthus Raindrops 5

Beautiful Nature.

 

You Busy Little Bee

Bee on Lavender 1

Haiku 133

What’s that sound I hear?

Buzzing round the lavender

Busy little bee!

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Bee on Lavender 2

This is the Cape honey bee, Apis mellifera capensis, indigenous to South Africa.

Bees are one insect that I am happy to have in my garden; along with Ladybirds of course.

Bee on Lavender 3

Pollinate away my tiny friend.

 

post script: I was pretty chuffed with these close ups, (Let’s ignore the several blurred ones that I deleted!) taken with my trusty Canon point and click camera.