Personal Blogs

When I died

Four princesses sat on my grave and cried.

The first was Princess Autumn, whose red tears

Were gentle in their falling.

Next was Princess Winter

Her tears heart-broken white crystal.

Third came Princess Spring

 Each flowing blue-skied raindrop a song.

And last Princess Summer

And her tears each a sunbeam, so they were golden on my tomb.

When these four princesses had visited and wept their fill.

My bones at last were put at peace and rest there still.

Red, white, blue and gold

So is eternity foretold.

A friend spotted these unusual clouds. They seem to be cirrus but they look so distinctive that I wondered if they had a special name.

The Woodland Trust says:

“The easiest and most reliable way to tell a stoat (Mustela erminea) from a weasel (Mustela nivalis) is the tail.”

But my dad had a different answer:

Joke definition (AKA a daffinition): History = Greet conservative politician with sound of disapproval

These stones are at Callanish on Lewis in the Hebrides. They have stayed pretty much as they are now for about 5000 years, although a Visitor's Centre has been added relatively recently. I find them very evocative, they have a sort of timeless quality. The tallest is about 5m by my estimation.

What border on a garment sounds like a polite cough? A hem.

Why did the chicken cross the airfield? To get to the other glide.

As far as  I can see, ‘inaction’ and ‘in action’ have diametrically opposite meanings.

20 years and 3 months.

The joke is one I remembered from an old New Yorker cartoon ("Sorry to break it up, the cat's back") but the cartoon is what I got by asking DAL-E for a cartoon of a mouse jazz band.