Not a day for serious thinking - one of those rare sunny, warm but not too hot, blissful days when it is just built for 'lolling about'. Unfortunately my skeletal layout no longer lends itself to lolling. Those loungers on most peoples patios, just meant for days like this, are absent from my garage (in Winter) patio (in Summer). I suppose I could with great difficulty get down on to one but I know for certain I could not get upright again without falling in the process. The ground is desperate for water. Most farmers have completed first (and best) cut silage but now the fields are turning brown so second cut looks a long way off.
The patch of ground opposite my bungalow is a sea of grass which has gone to seed. Only then can I see that all kinds of grass are mixed together. If I was a bit more agile I would walk across and cut a bundle so that I could see exactly what was there, As it is I just love to see it waving gently in the slight breeze. And thinking about grass, does anyone remember a quite short, slender grass which had separate tiny seed heads? We used to hunt for it as kids - we called it 'tottering Johnnie' - I haven't seen any for years. Any ideas?
The slim black cat who prowls the area is spending a lot of time wandering up and down alongside the grass. Every now and then she stops and peers into it and I wonder what she can hear. Some small creature rustling around I guess and I want to be able to speak 'mouse' or whatever to warn it not to come near enough to the edge for her to pounce. I dare say to her, standing stock still on the path and watching is like us facing a tall forest.
At least a tall forest here would hold nothing dangerous - unlike some of the National Parks in Canada and the US where BEWARE OF BEARS is real and on the occasions when I have been in such a situation has certainly deterred me from putting a foot forward!
And speaking of forests there is an amazing story this morning of four children aged something like 1, 4, 11 and 13 - the only survivors of a plane crash in which their mother and 2 pilots were killed - who have been found alive deep in a forest (I think in South America somewhere) after a month of searching. I think they belong to an indigenous tribe from the area, which may have helped as such folk often have a fund of knowledge about what can be eaten from the vegetation in the surrounding area. Quite miraculous.
Lunch calls (Prawn salad). Sorry to have rambled on so and said really nothing. See you tomorrow when, hopefully, something worth saying will have arrived in my brain cells.