tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post7013436444279379339..comments2023-04-16T15:39:24.835+01:00Comments on Gardening Leave: Something Or Other Would Reveal Itself Through A Complacent MovementJonathan Chanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-91168922047344013972013-10-05T22:07:17.737+01:002013-10-05T22:07:17.737+01:00Thanks Richard!
Thanks Richard!<br /><br />Jonathan Chanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-50857394199604758032013-10-05T21:46:01.440+01:002013-10-05T21:46:01.440+01:00nice --- yes, i get it...complacent movement like ...nice --- yes, i get it...complacent movement like smoking a cigarette makes you feel you're doing something...as if thinking isn't doing...HA!Richard Theodore Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10158791520398641622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-3587059802917996872013-10-05T00:50:12.922+01:002013-10-05T00:50:12.922+01:00Strange thing, WB. Drove through the very same woo...Strange thing, WB. Drove through the very same woods tonight and had a close encounter with a barn owl in the canopy of trees as I crested a hill. No traffic about so I could slow right down to almost a stop and see the whole thing in its breath taking beauty.<br /><br />Good to hear from you my friend.Jonathan Chanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-59136840898357940902013-10-04T23:36:52.125+01:002013-10-04T23:36:52.125+01:00That field of bleached stubble has scratched itsel...That field of bleached stubble has scratched itself into my head.<br /><br />The feel of night driving. I remember once, the missus driving, a barn owl skimming the bonnet in Mid Wales; a great fear and hysteric laughter.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.com