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smokingboot) wrote2018-05-21 07:08 am
smokingboot) wrote2018-05-21 07:08 am
19th May
Known for being the date on which Anne Boleyn was executed, and now famous for more pleasant things.
I didn't watch the Royal Wedding. I'm basically a republican, understand the bread and circuses aspect of it etc... But hey, it's two people looking beautiful and being in love. Weddings make people happy, and we need more happiness. This year I was at another more personal and just as happy event.
My niece had her 18th birthday; There she was, a little dolled up, elegant and very pretty. There also was the massive meal at the King John house, not far from Guy Ritchie's estate, where Madonna practiced an English accent for a while before she got bored. We ate, drank, toasted, talked, marvelled at the sheer height of the birthday cake, and waddled back to the yard caught between Venus and Jupiter vying with each other in some kind of twinkling contest across the hills.
As ever, house and yard were full of dogs, cats, chickens and horses. Talk about small beauties, our host took me to see the treasure of the barn: an egg which will hopefully be their first bantam/chook ordinaire cross. I have never seen a chicken brood before, her warnings and peckings, the strange banshee noise she makes when the egg is removed, the tender way she rolls it back under her body when it's returned. This is the first time I have heard the chips and cheeps of a chick pecking its way out of the shell. Above the chicken, two swallows perched, and swooped off over the barns. The fields were full of daisies, blue bonnets, and horses hopeful for snacks. My boots leaked and were completely ruined by dew, the sun shone, an inexplicable mist rolled in, rolled out, and the sun shone bright again. It was all very good.
Edited to add: And then this morning...
Welcome to the world, Shorty!
I didn't watch the Royal Wedding. I'm basically a republican, understand the bread and circuses aspect of it etc... But hey, it's two people looking beautiful and being in love. Weddings make people happy, and we need more happiness. This year I was at another more personal and just as happy event.
My niece had her 18th birthday; There she was, a little dolled up, elegant and very pretty. There also was the massive meal at the King John house, not far from Guy Ritchie's estate, where Madonna practiced an English accent for a while before she got bored. We ate, drank, toasted, talked, marvelled at the sheer height of the birthday cake, and waddled back to the yard caught between Venus and Jupiter vying with each other in some kind of twinkling contest across the hills.
As ever, house and yard were full of dogs, cats, chickens and horses. Talk about small beauties, our host took me to see the treasure of the barn: an egg which will hopefully be their first bantam/chook ordinaire cross. I have never seen a chicken brood before, her warnings and peckings, the strange banshee noise she makes when the egg is removed, the tender way she rolls it back under her body when it's returned. This is the first time I have heard the chips and cheeps of a chick pecking its way out of the shell. Above the chicken, two swallows perched, and swooped off over the barns. The fields were full of daisies, blue bonnets, and horses hopeful for snacks. My boots leaked and were completely ruined by dew, the sun shone, an inexplicable mist rolled in, rolled out, and the sun shone bright again. It was all very good.
Edited to add: And then this morning...
Welcome to the world, Shorty!