A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Wrestling olive trees - - - that's an activity I've never tried, but the thought of it made me smile. Grayboy is beautiful.
Jon, we too made our own fun as kids. Grayboy is feral and grapples with anything that pushes back.
Oh my - another handsome fellow! The siblings are all so different but equally lovely. Grayboy vs The Potted Olive Tree - I hope the olive tree didn't get too mangled in that match.
No threat to the tree, Jenny. My childhood chums and I leapt from tree to tree in an olive orchard (boys start out as monkeys, y'know) and never mangled any. Orchard still stands. Resilient trees.
"wrestling, testingHimself in all he sees." <-wonderful, prolific verse.Olive this one, Geo, like all the rest.Olive you too.Be well, my friend.
Olive you right back, Robyn. Thanks!
Gracias por tu aportacion en el blogte lo agradezco muchomuchas gracias y hasta prontoBesos
Querida ANNA, agradezco tu amable y alentador comentario ... ¡y besos!
Love the last two lines especially.
Dear Liz, all little ones learn by what forces return their own in play, study and nature. We are little ones in the tremendous machineries and lessons of the universe. By kittens, we are reminded to find joy in the curriculum.
Your poem took me back to my childhood when my father used to tell me that we can learn from nature, from fruit bats and from humming birds. Norma is great in capturing kittens in actions.Thanks for sharing.
Dear Munir, your comment is much appreciated by Norma and by me. I am pleased to hear you were fortunate enough to be raised with an understanding of nature. The world makes more sense when parents help their children with that.
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