End of Term

Little Miss M broke up from school on Tuesday, for the Summer Holidays. As she is leaving the school, her classmates made her a card.

They each drew a little picture for her, and some of the pictures were of her.

There were more on the back

M went through each one telling me a little bit about it, she LOVES her card.

On the back was this picture

Little Miss M: “Look Granny, Elliot drawed me with no eyes and no arms.”

Me: “Perhaps he was drawing himself.”

Little Miss M laughed …… ….  ……..  a lot!

“Granny!!! It looks nothing LIKE Elliot!”

 

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

 

 

Silly Saturday Aliens

You earthlings are really quite mad

Surely yoga is just a strange fad?

Standing still like a tree

Is alien to me

It’ s not the best fun that I’ve had

 

You say it helps you relax?

I think I’ve put out my back!

All this stretching and bending

Is torture never-ending

I’m sure I can feel my bones crack!

 

poem by Judy E Martin

of Edwina’s Episodes

 

Another fun creative collaboration between Judy and me. I do hope you are enjoying our ‘Silly Saturdays’ as much as we are enjoying putting them together.

Appropriate, as my back is giving me jip and, later today, I’m off the see if the Osteopath can CRACK my bones back into shape. Wish me luck!

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For a humourous look at life go to Edwina’s Episodes and read Judy’s brilliant book: “Rhymes of the Times”.

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I took Miss E stone carving with Sarah from the Sculpture Hut and with the chippings we had a bit of fun creating a picture for this week’s photo prompt: SHADOW

Go see Cathy’s graphic response.

I think this also qualifies for Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge.

Ronovan’s Haiku Prompts this week: HARP and CLEAR.

I absolutely LOVE the sound of the harp and remembering a wonderful Christmas in the candle-lit Hot Spring Baths at Esalen, when a man and woman dressed in white angel robes, complete with magnificently huge angel wings, played to us on harps as we lay in the hot steamy water – truly heavenly!

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harps played by angels

fanning strings with feathered wings

dancing with my heart

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Al the Author inspired a great bit of banter this week.

Next week’s Bluedaisy Photo Challenge: LISTEN

What would you photograph?