I think I see an amarylis and some Gerbera
I think I see an amarylis and some Gerbera
“What about me” said the pigeon
And a smiling dog
And a rooster counting the hens as they enter.
I was always a lover of Vampire stories since I read Dracula by Bram Stoker. Here is a reblog of one I wrote in 2017 around Halloween.
“Morticia I’m home.”
“And how was your night out with the boys on halloween.”
“Oh it was great. First of all we talked about the good old days down at the graveyard. Of course we all paid a visit to our first victims, reminiscing about how it was when we were still apprentices. The days before the blood banks.”
“Oh yes, Dracky, they were the days. I met up with the girls and look what we found.”
“A dead pumpkin?”
“Looks like it, poor thing. It was laying in a corner leaning on the graveyard wall.”
“What am I supposed to do with it. Pumpkin is not part of my diet, it doesn’t even have a blood group.”
“Dracky you are so boring sometimes. Not everything has to have a blood group. Give it a bite, perhaps it might start breathing again.”
“You must be kidding. Never resuscitate a dead pumpkin, especially at halloween. You don’t know what it died from.”
“What’s the problem Dracky. You are undead, so you won’t die from biting a pumpkin. You could perhaps carve a nice face into the pumpkin with your teeth.”
“Well make up you minds will you, I am freezing and slowly going soft at the edges. The fairy vampire mother said that a bite from a vampire would bring me back to life again.”
“Who said that?”
“Dracky I think it was the pumpkin.”
“But Pumpkins don’t talk.”
“Of course we talk when we are bewitched. So do something about it.”
“Morticia put that smelly pumpkin into the garbage.”
“But Dracky you are hurting its feelings and it has started to cry.”
“Pumpkins don’t have feelings, they are dead.”
“I am not dead yet. The fairy vampire mother said I have a chance to become undead from a vampire bite. That means I could sit on your table all year. I would grow warts and might even produce a few vampire teeth. You would be the envy of all your undead friends.”
“The pumpkin is right Dracky. We would be the only vampire family with their own pet pumpkin.”
“Yes, great Morticia. Other vampires have pet wolves, and I have to take a pet pumpkin for walks?”
“Bite it yourself.”
“Won’t work Dracky, You bit me once and that was forever. You have to do an original bite.”
“But it’s full of slugs and other creepy crawlies. There might even be a spider inside. You know how they scare me. It would freeze the blood in my veins if I had any to freeze.”
“Dracky don’t be so miserable.”
“OK, perhaps just a small bite.”
“Since when can you do small bites.”
“OK, just for you Morticia.”
“Oh thankyou, thankyou, I have been returned to life.”
“Satisfied Morticia, we now have a pumpkin that has turned into a giant spider.”
“Come out of the cupboard Dracky, it is a harmless spider.”
The smell of the country
Is oh so sweet
direct from nature
is a natural treat
It is all recycling
You can see the straw
It must be a horse
following organic law
Don’t wrinkle your nose
or shake your head
No-one smells like a rose
even if pure bred.
First a quick look at the sky this morning with its little (cumulus) clouds on their way. At least I think they a cumulus, but they all seems to be cumulus more or less. Am a little later this morning, but my cleaning lady is here and busy and I was supporting with polishing up the windows. They seem to remain quite clean in this summer weather and I have a good cloth for giving them a brush up.
I have fly swatters in every room at the moment as it really seems the time for the pests, although not so many as other years. This morning I saw this grasshopper sitting on one of them in the kitchen, at least I think it is a grasshopper. So I took the fly swatter with grasshopper and gave it a shake outside, but it really did not want to go. Eventually I gave it a push and it landed on the ground. I hope it has now found its colleagues somewhere.
This afternoon I am off to my neurologist for my annual permission for application of my very expensive injection material for my MS. We see each other one really once a year, so I am hoping he remembers me. He said with my special parking permission I can actually drive into town to the front door of the practice and park the car there, but no thank you. I prefer to park in the parking house and walk with my walker. I am not keen on driving through those narrow alleys and going through the archway to get there.
You can see it on the right of the photo. It is quite narrow, but wide enough for a car. The main problem is going up the two steps to the practice with my walker, but I managed to survive the last time. At least the weather is behaving today with a nice cooling breeze.
And now I am on my way to serve dinner and have a nice relaxing snooze after dinner. I will call in later again and hope you all have a good day/night.
It's just banter
aka MS. Kendall
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