Blogging, to take over the world. |
The object is to teach an old dog new tricks. (not much hope ... ) |
The words "Were they (farmers) then happy?" comes to mind here. The rains came, the rain which made the drought end. Mother Nature and all her minions rose to the occasion - water, water, everywhere; and the 'dance' started. All begat, begot, and multiplied - the good; the bad; and the ugly! The Ugly is the group which make themselves stand out, multiple feet, wings, slither, creep, crawl - they get there, they have waited a long time; their share they want, it was a given, the pests will have their share and in turn will part with the calling card. Take a card; the picture will be a skull 'n cross-bone, this is the way - every silver lining has a cloud and some of those clouds can be big and dark. Stock loss is the result - farming is the game. Tomorrow the sun will shine, the cold will set in and chase all those nasty away. Winter will take its toll, it is the way. |
Life goes on, sometimes things do not change, they stay the same. This much seems to be true in this case. THE TIME IS 2AM, this is the time when Penguin would wake me to be taken out for a walk. This is also the time her son wakes me, not to be taken out, as he is already out, he is making such a racket playing and barking. Playing is - chasing his toy, which makes an awful lot of noise on the cement floor in front of the door outside. HE is the offspring of Penguin who passed away when he was born. Time flies, 8th October, last year, HE was born, now he wakes me with all his energy as a teenager, playing the night away. He would like nothing better for me to go out there and play with him - - - I would like nothing better to sleep, rather than take the dog out. Guess - who lets the dog out? (at 2am) Like Mother - like Son. |