1. Walking on Little Mount Sion and looking down towards the High Street because I am level with the tops of the trees on the Common.
2. Sparrows, because their scrawchy song sounds exactly like: 'This is my bit of guttering.' 'This is my patch of hedge.'
3. Before my yoga class, the hall is used by a troupe of majorettes. During the session, the father of the lady who runs it waits outside to help transport the batons and hoops and what-have-you. He usually has a box of sweets for the children, too. This week, he had three tomato plants, the pots standing in a cardboard Guinness tray, for one of the mothers. 'Don't forget they're yellow,' he shouted after her as she hurried to her car with dozens of children in tow. 'If she waits for them to turn red, they never will,' he added for our benefit.
The energy kittens have. Our recent addition to the household will run at top acceleration up the hall in pursuit of real or imaginary prey. Not quite so beautiful is when he directs that same energy and enthusiasm to the curtains.
ReplyDeleteWhat are majorettes?
Peta
In the winter, if you turn 45deg to your left when looking towards the Common, you can see Ashdown Forest from Little Mount Sion.
ReplyDeleteHi Peta, Sorry for not responding before... Majorettes are little girls that march around at village fetes dressed in pretend military uniforms. They twirl batons and use hoops for something -- judging from the equipment moved out of the hall at the end of their session.
ReplyDeletecheck out http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Majorettes