Another week where I can’t make up my mind between two photos for the challenge, this one I have posted before, but it still makes me smile when I see it: The duck who went shopping and dressed for the occasion
and secondly, I took this photo in Prague. I really don’t know what the significance is, of so many yellow penguins …but it was certainly unexpected !
Two photos for this challenge, but both on the same theme, the layers within flowers
November’s here, let it begin
If you truly believe, then it’s a sin
Christmas has started, hear the plea.
All They want is your money
In this financial climate that’s so funny
Corporate greed is there to see.
People with no heart
Have it torn apart
Religion and business will not let you free.
Look to the stars, the consolation
All you see that glitters is consternation
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to flee.
They want your Dollar, they want their pound,
They brow beat you mercilessly, into the ground.
Money doesn’t grow on a tree.
A child’s heart and their smile can be sought
But does not have to be bought
I shout! hear my plea.
Old eyes will weep for those who have past
But fresh in memories that will last
Humbug! Sigh humbug!
Watch the child decorate the tree.
Let us all embrace Christmas’s happiness
Put aside the sadness
No more humbug! Humbug!
Let the children play and shout, with laughter full of glee.
As I wash the families dinner dishes
Hopefully came true all your wishes
Humbug! Humbug is now a sweet
As I sit back and put up my feet.
What is a Habit? According to The Oxford English Dictionary –
a settled or regular tendency or practice, especially one that is hard to give up
On that basis this is his habit
And here is my habit
But – the habits of Honey bees benefit us all
Not a single bee has ever sent you an invoice. And that is part of the problem – because most of what comes to us from nature is free, because it is not invoiced, because it is not priced, because it is not traded in markets, we tend to ignore it.
Wood and boxes alight
All around to see.
Colouring the sky
Eyes all skyward
Hear the crackle of the wood.
Against the black night
Colourful fireworks so bright
Night air so cold
Gathered around young and old
Stamping of feet, rubbing of hands
Holding glowing bands.
Ending the night
Child’s eyes so bright
Walking home hand in hand
Tired eyes, sleep! The dream land.
A misty afternoon in Chulmleigh, Devon.