For the visually challenged reader, the photo shows a small kitten looking inquisitively, from under a table.
I can see shadows in the distance When will she come, the one who is meant to be my mum? My brothers and sisters have found their forever home I will be good, I won’t pee in corners I won’t scratch the furniture I will sit on your lap when you need the company I promise not to stray, to visit other homes I will not bring in birds or mice to frighten you I will be the very best version of me If only you will come Maybe tomorrow, yes, I think you will Come and find me tomorrow…
( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a lantern sitting on the wet sand of a beach. There are fairy lights inside the lantern)
An age-old magic lantern, full of mystery Stories long forgotten, of wishes made. A land where people hide from evil genius. Grown from mind in need of magic Of miracles, of wonder, to be carried to a land Where blue horses roam on desert sand Where angels sit and chat with wings folded Time to pray another day they say. The Lord is patient He will not mind your prayer delayed It shall be answered in a time that is planned By mind conceived before the pure light Of our spinning world that shines through dark space Out from old lanterns, remembering The lady of the lamp, Nightingale From patience made to soothe my savage mind With light that sprang from before time began…
( For visually challenged reader, the picture shows a tree with human face, eyes open wide and an open mouth, either in smile or scream)
Due to the shortage of hugs around here these days, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t even have a tree that I could hug.
There is an old crabapple tree at the bottom of the garden, but it has long been dead, although it is covered by a thick growth of ivy it doesn’t really encourage any hugging, as it has to be swarming with insect life.
Several gardens near me have large trees but I can hardly invite myself into their gardens, not with a lockdown in operation.
That was when I found myself looking at the rather large gum tree in the next-door garden and knew that the new people hadn’t moved in yet!
Desperate for a hug, I sneaked through the gap in the overgrown hedge and approached the tree. It sounds strange but I swear it was waiting for me!
My arms didn’t reach all the way around the dappled bark of the trunk and it felt strangely warm to the touch. I laid my face on the smooth surface of the tree and gave it the best hug.
I was smiling as I made my way back to my own garden, and I knew the smile had come from the tree…