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Sharon wrote:I have TWO red squirrels visiting my garden. This makes me happy

Excellent, it's 2 grey ones I get, not seen a red one in years, mon the reds

I don't think I've ever seen a red squirrel.

Here's one here.



It's a belter, isn't it?

10 years today on HG. There must have been less than 10 folk most nights to chat too. I've met great friends. I've Had great days and nights out. Long may we all post topics pictures and random shite

Fossil
P.s. smell my finger

Fossil wrote:Long may we all post topless pictures and random shite P.s. smell my finger

Don't forget the mud baths.

Happy anniversary, oh incorrigible one.

fossils decadent decade.the poles have a saying for a decade birthday but i cant remember for the life of me what it is.it basically relates to the fact that for each decade birthday you reach then you will live untill the next one.my polish uncle told me this at his ninetieth birthday last year.

just found out that is sto lat.

I bought this picture in a charity shop the other day. It's a shame to see a family history discarded like this; it reminds me of a favourite poem, "Mr. and Mrs. Scotland Are Dead," by Kathleen Jamie. I've added the first verse below.

Durachdan,

Eddy



On the civic amenity landfill site,
the coup, the dump beyond the cemetery
and the 30-mile-an-hour sign, her stiff
old ladies’ bags, open mouthed, spew
postcards sent from small Scots towns
in 1960: Peebles, Largs, the rock-gardens
of Carnoustie, tinted in the dirt.
Mr and Mrs Scotland, here is the hand you were dealt:
fair but cool, showery but nevertheless,
Jean asks kindly; the lovely scenery;
in careful school-room script –
The Beltane Queen was crowned today.
But Mr and Mrs Scotland are dead. -

See more at: http://www.griffinpoetryprize.com/see-a ... hmLBF.dpuf

Well that's cheered me right up, you swine.*

Alycidon wrote:Couldn't think of another excuse to get my 1000th post, so here it is.

And why not. Happy 1k


*(I enjoyed that poem very much. Ta!)

Funny the power of "things", even things you have no direct personal connection with. I kept a hold of some of the previous, deceased, house owner gardening tools. They were obviously much used, and i dint want to lose that connection of the tools that shaped the once much loved garden. The old policemans tools. Made me feel sentimental about someone i knew nothing of; though my parents recall him as the local policeman.... a long time ago.


Gunther the squirrel on a fork by sisterblue, on Flickr

"My" squirrel on his old fork.

Good on ye

when i moved into my house in 1990 there were newspapers under lino which had been put down in 1949.i read them and put them back before laying the new carpets.

Sharon wrote:Funny the power of "things", even things you have no direct personal connection with. I kept a hold of some of the previous, deceased, house owner gardening tools. They were obviously much used, and i dint want to lose that connection of the tools that shaped the once much loved garden. The old policemans tools. Made me feel sentimental about someone i knew nothing of; though my parents recall him as the local policeman.... a long time ago.


Gunther the squirrel on a fork by sisterblue, on Flickr

"My" squirrel on his old fork.

A red forking squirrel woooooohoooooo

scattered my fathers ashes today

Och! Sorry to hear that, banjo.

Tough one Banjo. Hopefully a positive experience for "you and yours".