There's a crow singing up in the tree. It's funny to me, that at least on one occasion, I've heard crowsong followed by the angry yelling of some nearby human. It's as if we thought we owned the world, or something. Where do we get off telling other animals when they can and can't sing? Jeez.
Also up in the tree (I'm talking about one of the huge trees in my ex-backyard) is a butterfly net, apparently dragged there by a squirrel. You gotta hand it to the little varmint. The net is about 40 feet off the ground. I saw the squirrel struggling with it - no doubt trying to drag it into position elsewhere in the tree. Maybe a butterfly net makes good mosquito netting for a squirrel. I didn't ask.
What neither the crow nor the squirrel know is that the tree is slated for removal. Apparently, the last time the tree trimmers came, they killed it with their reckless exuberance. Long time readers of this blog might remember me writing about that particular day - the day everything in the backyard was broken by falling limbs. I'm sure they ended losing money in the long run, because they had to pay us for everything they broke. At the time, we didn't know they'd killed the tree.
Or maybe the yard killed it. I used to jokingly call it the yard of death, because this isn't the first tree to mysteriously die in it. By far the biggest, yes, but not the first.
3 comments:
I have been trying (and failing miserably)to read up since Obama. Today, success. But what a terrible way to read your blog. It is throwing pearls before swine! Too much at once and the vignette is lost.
In the smaller pieces, there is always a little something to marinate in! Perhaps a perfect image, an observation, or word choice. Today I adore the words: “The rooftops glow with borrowed light.”
And the Nok Nok jokes....Love that! 6th grade magic! I wonder how it went over?
Be well,
Lorelei
Lorelei - I know what you mean about too much at once. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this is a societal problem. We are a "too much at once" society. Too much information. Too much of... well, everything. Simplification is needed. Heh.
But I'm going off on a tangent.
I've actually been writing more lately, which explains the overwhelming number of words here. It's as if I'm coming back to life after a period of being stuck in neutral. Chalk it up to life changes...
The kids loved the Nok Nok jokes, and several of them requested printed copies.
Here's one, just for you:
Nok Nok!
Who's there?
Terra Cotta!
Terra Cotta who?
Terra Cotta cold, so she stayed home from school today.
All the best,
John
I love the Nok, Nok joke. Thank you! I had hoped that you were using them as a tool to teach actual Nok content. So, yay, terra cotta!
I can't help but giggle when I think of the brass sculptures made by other African cultures at a similar time. There could be some funny jokes, there too! But then again, I am easily amused and very tired. Makes everything funnier.
I hope that you'll keep having fun at school. Everybody needs that!
~L
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