Spoiders

Oi said oi would ave a go at spoiders as they is liddle beggers that folk ave certain feelings about.Flies most folk ain't bothered over unless they is crawlin over the rock buns or rubbin they liddle legs on the baby's rattle.
Spoiders now they as a reaction.... usually a scream or a asty shuffle towards a door. Out comes the broom or the cloth or someone braver to ustle the liddle beggar to greener pastures loike. Oi finds spoiders a great help. The farm was always crawlin with em and as the flies was all over the midden they spoiders kept me and the maids in good form. It was when they got into the ouse that Mother would take a dislike and oi would ear an oller to come and clear one out toot sweet. That there is French. Mother dragged me to Paris a while back and oi picked up a bit of the lingo loik you do.
 They as spoiders in France an all. Oi expect them ot countries has them as big as dinner plates.That moight give one a turn coming up agin that on the wall.
Oi did ear of one poor lass as went in for her morning shower and stepped on a tarantula that was avin a liddle look down the drain. She said she thought she had stepped on a banana as it squished loik.Least she thought it was a banana till she looked down. Spoiders in the bath is one thing.....
Oi had one furry beggar come out of a box of blueberries oi was havin a liddle nibble on. It were a black hairy beggar an jumpy too.It opped out of they box an at me quick as a wink.Oi thinks what the... an it hops on the floor.Furry as Ol Nick it were.Oi could ave eaten en if oi hadn't been payin mind to what oi were doin. Oi don't moind spoiders but oi draws the line at eaten they. Kinda gone off the blueberries for a bit.
Don't matter rasps are in and it's them beggarly wasps oi has to watch out for when oi am pickin they.Now a wasp oi has no use for, narsty they is an sting you as soon as look at you. They'll ave a go at each other if there ain't anything else around.Reminds of some folk oi know, no names moind...
Back again in a bit... cheerio for now an mind ow ye go.

Aho Mitakuye Oyasin

Aho Mitakuye Oyasin

To all my relations, I honour you in this circle of life today.I am grateful for this opportunity to acknowledge you in this prayer.

To the Creator, for the ultimate gift of life I thank you.

To the Mineral Nation that has built and maintained my bones and all foundations of life experience I thank you.

To the Plant Nation that sustains my organs and body and gives me healing herbs for sickness I thank you.

To the Animal Nation that feeds me from your own flesh and offers your loyal companionship in this walk of life I thank you.

To the Human Nation that shares my path as a soul upon the Sacred Wheel of Earthly life I thank you.

To the Spirit Nation that guides me invisibly through the ups and downs of life and for carrying the Torch of Light through the ages I thank you.

To the Four Winds of Change and Growth I thank you.

You are all my relations, my relatives without whom I would not live, all of us a part of Great Mystery.

Thank you for this life.

Oim Back

Oi 'ad no idea it's been soo long.Oi 'as been up to moi eyes in it oi 'as but we're a bit more settled Mother and oi so 'ere oi sits wroitin this danged thing.
Mother were in foreign parts more than she were at 'er own  foireside this past winter. Whizzin round loike a Catherine Wheel she were. Oi was tendin 'earth and 'ome as oi caan't be doin with eatin what oi caan't name.
Martin 'as his 'and to the wheel and the liddle maids is doin well though this wet spring we 'ad 'as brought its troubles. The maids was up to their 'ocks in muck most of April.
 No floods loik what they 'as in them western places in Canada, poor sods. They'll be puttin their 'orses in hip waders for that there Stampede if they 'as it at all. Though mind you oi 'as no sympathy for that Chuck Wagon lot. Puttin those poor 'orses through all that. Them should be runnin around they barrels and the 'orses drivin. See how they loikes them apples!
Nowt funnier than folk as my old nan used to say though oi would say a spring lamb out to grass can give you a chuckle.
Mother says oi has a one track mind. Oi 'as oi suspect. It's livestock or nowt. Oi apologizes if oi am borin you but you signed up to read my palaver, oi hasn't 'eld a gun to your 'ead loik now, 'as oi?
Oi seems to be runnin out of steam.Toby an oi was up till all hours watching telly an it's played 'avoc with moi back though Toby seems fit enough. Oi was plannin to give you a 'eads up on spoiders as oi 'ave a fondness for they liddle beggars but we'll save it for next time. Moi 'ot water bottle 'as gone cold 'an oi'm all out of teabags.
Till next toime,
Tara,
Giles

A Thundering Roar

It wasn't really a thundering roar. That sounded good as a title. It sounded more like a large flag flapping and snapping in a high wind.We were coming back across the sands after a long sunny afternoon at the Bluffer's Park beach when we heard what we thought was a flag making a lot of noise. Looking everywhere for the non existent flag we both saw the dust rising up from one of the Bluffs. Maybe they have names but I don't know them. This Bluff close to us had shed rather a lot of itself and slid 200 feet to rest in the trees and grass back of the beach. An avalanche for goodness sakes right here in Scarborough. I thought the Bluffs melted a bit when it rained and that is what caused their erosion but no. They go in for drama just like the rest of us.
Two days later and we were back at the beach and the path of the slide was very clear now that the dust had settled. Literately. Small trees and shrubs and a big chunk of Bluff were all gone. Wow! What next? Earthquakes?

All Aboard

We drove Anthony to Billy Bishop Airport and crossed over on the Marilyn Bell. We saw him off into security then went outside to watch the Porter planes take off. Made a nice change from watching them fly over the beach. After a while our tums stared growling so back we went on to the old Marilyn Bell for the two minute crossing to Toronto and traffic. Sitting by our side was an enormous cement truck.They are building the tunnel after all.We were parked by its last wheels. I looked out my window up at the wheel and before I could think I had hopped out and scuttled to the back of the ferry. There are signs everywhere telling you to stay in your car. Of course the First Mate or whatever he was saw me and started shouting to go back and get in the car. I stood right beside him at the back of the ferry and said no I was staying right there.No way was I sitting beside that huge wheel.He told me it was dangerous to be on the deck with the traffic, as someone had been hit by a departing car. I said I would stay right beside him and that was that. There was no way I was staying in the car. He said fine, he would look after me and next time I should go upstairs with the other foot traffic. So for a full two minutes I clutched the rail and looked at Lake Ontario rather than a big wheel.When we docked I hopped into the back seat away from the Huge Wheel and off we went. I'm still not sure what happened. If I get spazzy like that in my First Class Pod on Air Canada on take off there may be a wee problem. Perhaps they will let the old granny sit on the fight deck where the co-pilot can take care of her. Yeah sure!

The Stones Live On

I heard a recording of Franki singing Ruby Tuesday the other day.She was belting it out as only a three year old can.
"Wooobeee Tooosday no one can put a name on yoooo...girl I'm gonna miss yooo.... Woooobeee Toooosday "and so forth. More of a chant than a song but certainly more mind sticking than the original.

Oscar Hammerstein Says....

A bell is no bell till you ring it,
A song is no song till you sing it,
And love wasn't put in your heart to stay,
Love isn't love till you give it away.

Sung by Mary Martin as Maria in The Sound of Music