If trees could speak...

...oh what stories they would tell!

Just because I'm so inclined...

here's another couple of snowflakes

Some Foolishness on Friday

I snatched the link from Hat and thought I'd play the thing. As I knew would be, I can't for the life of me find myself in the following text (ok, maybe just a little). But just for the fun of it, here goes: -

What The Holidays Mean to You

For you, the holidays are about emotional connections and bonds. You are happiest being around those you love. You celebrate the holidays in an over the top style. If something is cute, you'll buy it. People end up with a lot of gifts from you - and your house is like a holiday wonderland, full of decorations. During the holidays, you feel magical. You love all of the decorations and how happy people are. You like to sit back and take it all in. You think the holidays should be nostalgic and sweet. The holidays bring out your inner child. Your best holiday memories are of childhood foods and traditions. You secretly still wish you believed in Santa Claus.

What Do the Holidays Mean to You?

Don't you just hate it...

We had glorious sunshine here today and no time for me to take any pics. Grrrrrrrrrrrr!

Hairdo

I'm not particularly fond of visiting the hairdresser's. Feels like such a waste of time. First you wait for your stylist to mix the appropriate chemicals for the dye. Next you wait for her to apply said dye. Then there's more waiting for the colour to take effect and if you're lucky you get a magazine that is less than two months old. Not that that matters to me as I (almost) never buy such magazines and everything I read is new to me. So, after an hour or so your hair is rinsed, shampooed, treated with a conditioner and massaged (if you're lucky), then rinsed again, and off you go to another chair where scissors and other similar devices are applied to cut your hair and trim it into appropriate form. After that, the hair is fanned and shaped with the aid of gel and hair spray into something that only lasts a few hours. And you've spent a couple of hours there and listened to various gossip and in the end paid for all that. And yet, in about six weeks everything is done all over again. Phew!

Almost gone...

just like this year...

Birds

The narrow path on the northern side of the pond was muddy and slippery so she plodded carefully along the bank. A movement caught her attention. It couldn't have been ducks, they don't move so quickly, and they are not so brightly coloured. She found a spot where she could see through the reeds the action on water. A small flock of gulls slowly settled on the surface.

While absorbed in the graceful ballet on the water, she sensed movement behind her. "Gulls," she said without turning back.

"Indeed. Haven't seen them around the pond yet and I walk here quite often," said a male voice.

"Well, I saw two or three one day last winter." She turned around to face the man. "Quite a diverse life we have here. I even saw a grebe once."

"Yes, a great crested grebe. Saw it too. And to think they wanted to concrete the banks, thus destroying this natural habitat. Scandal!"

"I agree. To have a place like this practically in the middle of the city with all the wildlife, including frogs and dragonflies is priceless."

"Frogs... I could hear them some years ago but now I only hear the roar from the motorway. Ah, the progress... it's kind of sad how little consideration there is for the things natural."

"I can still hear the frogs all the way to my flat on summer nights. Noisy creatures but I like them. I really wish humans left the nature alone. The wildlife does have amazing ability to adapt to all kinds of maltreatment but there is surely a limit to that." She looks at her watch. "Oh well, I had better be going... things to do... Nice talking to you, bye!"

"Bye."

She left the pond followed by the soundless flapping of wings above.