Monday, November 20, 2006
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Inspired by Louis MacNeice's poem "The Sunlight on the Garden", this blog is about the minutes I have captured in a cage and used for my various dabblings. If you don't at least try to cage them, they just vanish. Here is the opening of the poem: The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon.
4 comments:
Wow! On both blog entry counts!
Thank you for the cheese! xx
It's no good, I am going to have to ask, what are the objects behind the little angel? They look like meddles of some sort!
Oh dear....I think I mean medals...it has been a very long day.
Actually it is a pirate island construction set. Borrowed, now for about the 15th time, from the toy library - some toys just have longevity! Must show it to you.
Like the idea of meddles. A bit like muddles, which we re in all the time!!!
Nxx
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