by 12 Feb 2008, 13:23
The last few nights have been clear with all the stars twinkling and the crescent moon like a rocking chair suspended in the sky.
I love to wake in the middle of the night, open the window and breathe in the fresh, crisp, night air and feel it tingle in my eyes like sparklers, filling me up with magic and wonderment. In the morning it is still dark at breakfast but slowly the birds awake and begin to sing their dawn chorus and set me up with a great start to my day. Such small pleasures but which make life so beautiful and good to live.
The last few nights have been clear with all the stars twinkling and the crescent moon like a rocking chair suspended in the sky.
I love to wake in the middle of the night, open the window and breathe in the fresh, crisp, night air and feel it tingle in my eyes like sparklers, filling me up with magic and wonderment. In the morning it is still dark at breakfast but slowly the birds awake and begin to sing their dawn chorus and set me up with a great start to my day. Such small pleasures but which make life so beautiful and good to live.
Must have been a good 20 minutes just sitting there motionless, not knowing what I should do next, then to my delight the others appeared from around the bend, all in a line, one following the other, our guide on his donkey at the back of the queue. They all stopped behind us and then my donkey on checking everyone was there, then started up the mountain again with the others following in this perfect line. Every now and then the one behind me (second in the line) would make a little rush to try and overtake me (it was the donkey doing it, not the rider) but each time that happened mine would get a spurt on and the other fella was never allowed to overtake. I learned later that the donkeys had their own pecking order. Mine was the Leader, and the one behind was trying unsuccessfully to vie for the higher title, also behind me the others were trying the same thing every now and then to do the same with the one in front of them, but they were always shunted down and kept in their place.
You are more than welcome in here. 
(These rose bushes need trimming and the grass needs cutting ... now where did we put that spade ...) 
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