The Fox and his Gloves

One day, a small fox began his search for a winter home, he wandered through the trees.

There was sunshine, and he could smell where Felicity had walked.

He talked as he walked along.

Maybe I can find another tree.Oh no,I can smell where Tom has  been lying  down in that warm sunshine.

 

Maybe I should cross the stream and find a safer place to lie low for a while.

Oh No,Josh is there, I will have to go the longer way.I know, I will just go this way. But the trees are being felled,  it all looks so different. The last sunset on the tall pines, they will be gone tomorrow.I need to hurry.

One last tree stands all alone now, maybe even that one will go down next week.This has some damage from another tree falling on it.

Oh well,I will keep on walking. The flowers might be some help. I will start looking at the Amaryllis, white and red, they look beautiful.

not so good on my feet though. Keep on walking further!! The golden Day Lilies are flowering.

Now I can see one tree ready to hit the ground

I know, the flowers at the front will be perfect for my wee feet. Look at them , pale pink, palest mauve and deep purple. I need white when I walk across the snow.

Here they are, white and perfect.

Now I can walk across the snow, down to the stream .

Look at that, those tall trees at the very back are almost  all down now.

And this week, these 6 will also be felled, great excitement even more, as the huge 32 ton digger will be here to make sure they do not fall into the stream.

No wonder the housework, sewing, quilting, and even meals have been neglected, too much interest in the noise, the fun, and the shouts of joy when another falls the right way. I heard there is a new owner of that land, and after a huge clean-up, native trees will be planted. Guess I can walk safely there once again.

Another day, another sunrise, as the red sky turns grey.

That’s all  from  the fox’s story.

We are both OK,Hugh had  a good report when he went back for post-cataract surgery check up .My rib  muscle? sprain?tear? is healing at long last. No definite diagnosis from the specialist , one more visit to make sure things are going in the right direction.

Tomorrow the Gammill machine goes to Waipukurau for a service, mini-overhaul?? the table has been cleaned, and the rollers are waiting.

Quotation of the day, author unknown

“ The old  fox knows where he is going”

Greetings from Jean