Tag: Hyacinths
Silent Sunday
Silent Sunday
Silent Sunday
Silent Sunday
Unique
Human beings,
who are almost unique
in having the ability to learn from the experience of others,
are also remarkable
for their apparent disinclination to do so.
– Douglas Adams
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Unique.
Dreaming of Spring
I lay in the grass finishing my newest Terry Pratchett and drifted off to sleep.
I was Anselme Lanturlu tiling the surface of the earth to measure its curvature, and then turned into a gardener. I won a million dollars in a competition I hadn’t entered, and flew to New Zealand. Suddenly I realised I was a bear: lovely, I can sleep right until spring! My cozy cave was on the edge of town: close enough to the shops, but within easy reach of the forest. The walls were filled with writing and paintings: bears are pretty much all-rounders. They said I had no sense of taste, but bears mostly go by smell anyway. Especially the smell of hyacinths. Time for another snooze.
I awoke with a start: I’m coming home was playing on the radio.
(11 facts about me, answering Eve’s 11 questions.)
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