February 25, 2019
Spared the Winter….
Sam and I have just been for a bimble in the meadow, warm in the Sun. We are no longer capable, either of us, of long walks. Sam ambles slowly, sniffing often, clearly like me, happy with his lot. I push my Rollator seat, and often sit on it. He could not make it to the other end, but I caught up with him on my way back. Poor old chap is not too good at seeing and hearing and his legs are stiff – I can relate to all that. Signs of climate change, the Willows are no longer growing tall, and are gradually giving way to very heathy Elders – I salute the Calliach, the old witch, who lives in the Elder thicket, and she gives me a knowing look – the look that old people give each other “Look after yourself, there are few of us left“ – but we have been spared the Winter…
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