Like a night in the forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my senses Come fill me again
Come let me love you Let me give my life to you Let me drown in your laughter Let me die in your arms Let me lay down beside you Let me always be with you Come let me love you Come love me again
Let me give my life to you Come let me love you Come love me again
You fill up my senses Like a night in the forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my senses Come fill me again
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in, forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day, you shall begin it well and serenely...”
R.W. Emerson
That aside, I'm mixing up some pancake batter. Managed to score some nice fresh blueberries at the market yesterday so it's blueberry pancakes for breakfast.
Dinner is nearly ready, mother and sister expected shortly. Dessert in the refrigerator. Going to set my table, hopefully they'll come eat, then leave in a reasonable time frame so I can play the Stampede and the HF game tonight.
Someone sent me a link to a site where there had been posted an old schoolclass picture that I was on
This dated from 1974 when I was 6yrs old.
Due to various mishaps,Bizarre gardening accidents and the cruel hand of Fate,I possess no pictures of myself before the age of 18 (and then,only one of those)and no family or close geographic link to this time .
I remember the picture being taken and also having a copy of it very briefly,and also remember the bright orange shirt and multicoloured 'Tank Top' I seem to be wearing .I had not seen this picture for over 30 years.
Most of the people in it I remember also,one kid who lived with his Grandma who always used to give me a Brown Sauce Sandwich when I called for him.Another called Victoria Lovely ,who used to eat coal and chalk(only as an adult did I realise that this was probably due to deficiencies in her diet)and was gifted with such a splendidly ironic surname Another who's talent used to be the ability to make himself vomit at will (without the use of fingers down throat I may add,this was no simple trick ) And of course Dear old Diane Malpass,whose main gift to my memory was her fainting into a large tray of Rice Pudding on my first day of School dinners Also my teacher,who wore a perfume that still jolts me back to those days,on the very rare occasions I have whiffed it since.
Strange really.A great sense of sadness at the passing of time,the passing of people. Has sent me on a wistful,melancholic journey back to the simplicity of marbles(Ive since lost these too,but thats for another thread ),Fun,and innocence,unknowing of the challenges of life still to come.A somewhat rosy view of the mining community where I spent those formative years,of Open fields,cherryade pop,Maggie Gulliford's Bright,long Ginger hair probably the source of my pre-Raphaelite fixation and long long summer holidays ,filled with Cricket and Football.I have enjoyed the visit ,