when i was smaller, i think i had a bigger heart. it was full of compassion for all cretures great and small. i once decided to make a house for ants...yes an anthill. i mixed some mud and water and shaped it like a hill then made tiny holes all over for ants to get in. i dont know if there were any takers for my engineering efforts but i remember being scolded for making a mess from the bathroom, through the corridor to the garden. my little muddy footprints didn't appeal to mother.
on another bright day i decided to make a nest for the sparrows that come to perch on our rose bush. i collected dry grass gave it the best nestlike shape i could and placed it on a low branch in that bush. then i made another nest and placed it just on top on a branch slightly higher. it looked like a two storey nest. a couple of sparrows hopped around and graced the nest but it wasnt worthy for a dwelling.
i could spend hours sitting on the branch of my walnut tree. yes it was my tree. i sat there hidden safely in its branches and singing my heart out. best way to spend an afternoon.
cathing butterflies was a game until i hurt one beauty and caused to break its wings after that i only watched them fluttering and their beaytiful colours...
on two ocassions i tried to mother little helpless baby birds but failed to keep them alive. i learnt though that they can open their mouths for food much bigger than when they grow.
i loved collecting wild cherries, no they werent cherries just some wild red fruit i called wild cherries. nature provided me so much to play with.
i loved the little wild flowers that grew aroumd my house. it was amazing how after a hailstorm, the garden flowers would be destroyed, i found the wild flowers still smiling with their tiny delicate petals.
i still sit on tree branches, laze around on a patch of grass and pick wild flowers. i forget my music express and ear plug sitting outside. there's beautiful music and beautiful silence nature offers.
i love to see a daffodil change from yellow to beautiful feathery white ball and then the wind coming along and blowing it away spreading the seeds of love...
on another bright day i decided to make a nest for the sparrows that come to perch on our rose bush. i collected dry grass gave it the best nestlike shape i could and placed it on a low branch in that bush. then i made another nest and placed it just on top on a branch slightly higher. it looked like a two storey nest. a couple of sparrows hopped around and graced the nest but it wasnt worthy for a dwelling.
i could spend hours sitting on the branch of my walnut tree. yes it was my tree. i sat there hidden safely in its branches and singing my heart out. best way to spend an afternoon.
cathing butterflies was a game until i hurt one beauty and caused to break its wings after that i only watched them fluttering and their beaytiful colours...
on two ocassions i tried to mother little helpless baby birds but failed to keep them alive. i learnt though that they can open their mouths for food much bigger than when they grow.
i loved collecting wild cherries, no they werent cherries just some wild red fruit i called wild cherries. nature provided me so much to play with.
i loved the little wild flowers that grew aroumd my house. it was amazing how after a hailstorm, the garden flowers would be destroyed, i found the wild flowers still smiling with their tiny delicate petals.
i still sit on tree branches, laze around on a patch of grass and pick wild flowers. i forget my music express and ear plug sitting outside. there's beautiful music and beautiful silence nature offers.
i love to see a daffodil change from yellow to beautiful feathery white ball and then the wind coming along and blowing it away spreading the seeds of love...
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