I have never looked at this thread before
and only pressed on it because I mistakenly thought it was Sara’s ‘getting to
know you’. How sweet guys, thank you Sara and Quercus and T,
you are so lovely.
It’s the 1980s and I am on my way home from school. Every day
I see these sweet retirees slaving away making their Leura gardens immaculate and
perfect with their prize-winning flowers for all the yuppies from Sydney to
come and enjoy once the cherry blossoms flower and the Spring festival begins. I’ve
just scaled the dry stone walls, taken a chunk out of both knees, swooped down,
scooped up the most beautiful, immaculate perfumed smelling bunches of flowers. But they’ve
seen me and yell out. Busted. I bolt to the back drain and nose dive into the dark,
wet musty hole, only to come out the other side and realise I don’t want to go
home to the sadness just yet. So I scoot down to the waterfall and pick you
some mountain devils. I have some of my Dads pipe cleaners in my pocket and I
make you Little Mountain Men. I leave the 3 bunches of flowers and the 3
mountain men in our secret cave for you to find when you’re passing through home
from school after me.
.......I have a really busy week and can't reply to the other threads just now, but I hope that everyone is keeping as well as we can given our own circumstances and health. I hope to be a little freer next week.
Big hugs xxxx
