Fed Up

15/01/2008 by Aileen.

I was a bit fed up yesterday.. On Sunday night darling daughter was complaining to me about the Christmas photos I had taken. I was experimenting with a high ISO number and no flash. So they were dark and grainy. Very atmospheric, she agreed, but she had wanted bright happy shots. Luckily Fiona took some so she should be happy now.

Also, some people at the OU are really struggling with several kids, husbands who have left etc.

The weather doesn’t help either. Anyway, today I feel better, but the weather is even worse, so here is a poem I wrote just after we moved to this lovely bungalow backing on to a lake.

The water’s frozen, fringed with shawl of snow

Crisp as an apple. Fragile cobwebs break

Their heavy pearls into the silver lake.

A pale sun paints a watercolour glow.

Ducks delight me, sliding to and fro,

Fighting and biting for the crumbs I shake.

My laughter makes them scatter, and I make

A move. Coffe is calling. Time for me to go.

-

The spring is fresh with feathered fronds of green,

Summer is heaven - seas and skies of blue,

Mellow autumn spreads a golden sheen,

Every season has it’s special hue.

I love the spring, the summer and the fall,

But winter, silver winter, shades them all.

Aileen B Urquhart 29/1/04

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