Monday, 23 July 2018

Country Life.

Flowers & animals.

A rose clothed in raindrops drew my attention on Sunday morning. Hoping that the people whose garden played host to this divine bunch of roses wouldn't be awake, seeing me infringe with my camera.
A few meters along I noticed a brood of chickens pecking up worms which the rainy weather had lured to the top.
A rather rare or should I say strange breed of chickens, as they have incredibly long legs. The way I captured this particular one reminds me of all those school teachers patrolling the halls.
An arrangement of flowers on the outskirts of Eisenberg.
When I came back from work this afternoon I couldn't help but chuckle at the ease and familiarity that our resident feral tomcat has made himself at home. Copying our Tiggi of course.
Tiggi our old faithful dares not leave her perch because both of the other feral cats have noticed how nice a perch it is...part of the family and so forth.
Again, a scene from the rose garden...rain gives a sparkle of its own.

Biggi

Sunday, 22 July 2018

Our Read-a-thon Continues.

A quiet household.

The only one making a noise is our feline child making herself heard at our front door while at the same time willing it to magically open. Suddenly she has found her voice and has started to use it for all types of requests. Only this morning she irritated Bob with her slightly off key rendition of meows so that he got up to feed her. Mission accomplished and humans trained.

Bob's finished reading his first novel, another delightful visit with Mma Ramotswe and Mr J.L.B Matekoni and has gone on to the next one. His code for an afternoon's sleep-

" Hon, I'm going to read for a bit. "
results in him being asleep within minutes but today, another novel has gripped his imagination so much that sleep was the last thing on his mind.

Vicariously living in different centuries, countries, households and scenes is indescribable. Riveting, at times informative, often funny but always a great way to escape the madness that disguises itself as reality. Who would have even thought that the current going's on were anything but an invention from a skilled novelist? Those engrossing yet far fetched plots of John Le Carre, Dan Brown or James Patterson appear rather blase and normal now. Scary, isn't it?

Reading a good book is manna for the soul. It gets us out of our routine, changes or mental focus and entices us away from time consuming online stuff. Making time for reading should be a must for everyone. So many books, so little time.

Biggi