Picture for today.

If only they made motor bikes like this today! 500 cc. Long stroke.

Ah! Well!

Thought for Today

A receptionist at a dentist's told me her mother had died and I could sense her grief and I went home and wrote this because it could apply to any of us.

She died , at last, the other day,she died and left me sad.
I can't believe she's really gone and it's left me feeling bad.

She once was young and did the things that all young people do and then grew up and loved a man and then gave birth to me.
She held me close and cared for me to shield me from all harm ' til I could stand alone or so I thought, without her loving arm.

Throughout the years she watched me grow, with unspoken fears and pride. She watched as she grew old and then, our roles reversed, she let me care for her, loving me still, understanding my moments of impatience
and seeing me contrite, for she too had a mother once.

She may be gone but she will live always in my memory.

Her lovely face , her funny ways, the show of temper, her caring love will remain.

Grandpa's apples.

When, at this time of year, we went to stay at Gran and Grandad's home, the first thing we would do would be to run to the end of the back garden to see if there were any windfall apples. The ones we liked best, were, according to grandpa, named Corrianders. Small , red with light green patches and a lovely smell and taste. A few years ago I made enquiries and no apple of that name could be found but was advised that it was a Devonshire Quarrendon and I bought two little trees. This yearthey are overloaded with those lovely old apples. (the type dates from 1650) They don't keep and fall as soon as they are ripe but the taste and beautiful smell bring back the memories!
Talking of apples, I've got a very young Bramley seedling cooking apple tree which has it's first fruit this year. Five apples, not very big but a promise of apple pies in the future!
It's a lovely day today. Sunny and warm.

I just love my home.

Sammy

Yellow Moon.

Yellow moon please shine on this dark night.
This empty night like every night that lies before me.
Shine on me and light my dreams and let me see.
Share with me my secret world of love and joy and sorrow.
Perhaps your friend the sun will light my world tomorrow.

Sweet sixteen.

I remembered her today, again.
With that same, familiar, sort of pain.
Remembered her face and bewitching smile
that always lurked in those lovely eyes
that could see the truth and hated lies.
Those eyes that could spark with anger or laugh in jest
and stop me breathing and fill my chest
with a feeling I could not express.
The pain I felt again today.
To hold her hand would bring me joy
as we walked together, girl and boy.
So long ago, yet still her face I see.
Does she ,I wonder, ever think of me?