Daily Prompt

Mighty

“That is a mighty fine wheelbarrow you’ve got there.”

She nods but says nothing in response.

“Isn’t it a mighty day all the same for the bog?

She wipes the sweat from her brow.

“Sure you are a mighty woman to be out here working hard.”

She smiles, but continues her work without reply.

“Wasn’t that a mighty match the other day.”

She has no idea what match he means.

“Well I better head I suppose. Mighty good talking to ya.”

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Memorise

Do you remember those days at school when you had to memorise your times tables, the counties of Ireland, your spellings, your teacher’s favourite poem? It seems a long time ago.

Tomorrow is the 1st of September, and my two children will go back to school. For a week now they have been taking out their school bags. Checking and double checking they have all the books on their list and the specified number of copies. Their pencil cases are filled with freshly sharpened pencils, pristine erasers and bright twistables. Everything has a name label,  declaring ownership.

On the kitchen table the lunch boxes lie waiting to be filled. Upstairs new uniforms, one size bigger than last year, hang neatly pressed on hangers.

Tomorrow after the pandemonium of getting them out in time, I will sit and listen. But the house will be silent. No howls of laughter, no shouting, no issuing of instructions. The toys too will lie silent; no having to bring home hay, the toy horse will not have to give birth to another foal, the man with the missing leg will not be taken to the hospital, the dolls will not have to get dressed, the lego will lie where it is on the floor. It has been a soap opera of events and goings on, a riot of imagination.

I love listening to their imagination run free. Deep down I know that this time to be themselves will be more valuable than anything they can learn by memorising things at school.

I will miss the both. But I will try and remember that exploration of their minds that I have been privy to for the last few weeks.  Because in that time they have been who ever they have wanted to be, in what ever way they wanted to be. And that, in my opinion, is worth a whole term of school work.

 

 

Daily Prompt: Memorize

Imaginary

‘Where’s Sarah today?’

‘She’s gone to America?’

‘America?’

‘Yes, America.’

‘But she was only in London yesterday.’

‘So?’

‘Well America is a long way from London?’

‘She likes to travel.’

‘She must do. What else does she like?’

‘She likes playing.’

‘What does she like playing?’

‘She likes playing fairies.’

‘Who does she play with?’

‘Me of course.’

‘Does she have other friends.’

‘No, only me.’

Mother goes outside to hang the washing out on the line. When she comes back someone has taken out a packet of biscuit and there are crumbs and broken biscuits everywhere. Her daughter is playing innocently on the floor with her favourite dolls.

‘What happened here?’

‘It wasn’t me, it was Sarah.’

‘I thought Sarah was in America?’

‘She just came back.’

 

Inspired by an Imaginary childhood friend.

Buff tailed bumblebee

Buff tailed bumblebees, Bombus terrestris, are one of the twenty species of bumblebee found in Ireland. They are very similar to white-tailed bumblebees, Bombus lucourum, in fact they are so similar that it is impossible to tell the workers apart. The Queens, who emerge in spring, are quite distinct though.

As the name suggests the buff tailed bumble has indeed a tail that is buff coloured (see photos above). While the white tailed bumbles (see photos below) have much whiter tails. On closer inspection, you may also notice the difference in the yellow banding. The yellow bands on the white tailed bee are more lemon yellow.

Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Buff

Oversight

She told them it was an oversight.  Yes, they had filled out the right form and given the correct deposit, but no, there was no room for them because someone had forgotten to give them the second form. Without the second form she could not issue them with a key for the room. No, it was not just a matter of them filling in the form now. The form needed to be checked and signed off by one of the supervisors. No, all the supervisors finished early on a Friday and they would not be back till Monday morning. Yes, she understood that they had nowhere to stay, and yes, she was very sorry but really there was nothing she could do. Yes, she knew it was snowing and minus ten outside. But really it wasn’t her problem.

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Someday

Someday I’ll wish upon a star.…….. The words from ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’, a song I have loved since childhood. The Wizard of Oz is one of the few films I remember watching as a child, on an old black and white TV, that sometimes went fuzzy so you had to bang the side or top of the TV to get it going again. Do you remember those days?

Some days I wonder, if like Dorothy in the film, we will wake up where the clouds are far behind us?  It seems we live in trouble times. Both on a personal level and on a wider scale I find the world is a challenging place.

Like Dorothy though we must all follow our own yellow brick road. We do not know what challenges lie along that road and no doubt on the way we will make our own friends, just like Dorothy did; Scarecrow, Lion and Tin man; and maybe our own enemies (like the Wicked Witch of the West). Dorothy stuck with her friends though and together they did get to the Emerald City. And even though the Wizard was not what they had hoped for he did give them each a gift. We may find ourselves lacking in some traits (like the lion lacked courage) but by working together we can be strong and can reacch our goals.

Like Dorothy, many of us would like to find our own place were dreams really do come true. But perhaps like Dorothy we don’t need to look too far, and that at the end of the day there is really no place like home.

 

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Rainbow

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Unfinished

Oh there are so many unfinished pieces of writing drifting like ghosts around the computer hard drive. Unfinished stories, unfinished poems, unfinished novels. I will start with great gusto; allocate an hour or two each day and get lots done. Then like a steam train out of coal I begin to slow. Then work or something else gets on the track, blocks the way and that is it. I can find the unfinished piece months, maybe years later, wallowing in my creative writing folder, sitting there unloved, and unfinished!!

 

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Fragile

No weekly photo challenge this week so thought I used the daily prompt “Fragile” instead.

Butterflies are amazing creatures. Seemingly fragile they manage to survive all an Irish summer can throw at them; some get a bit battered looking but they are no less beautiful.

Why not plant a few flowers in your garden to attract some of these wonderful creatures?