I was remembering a poem today. ‘Ring out, Wild Bells’ by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, although it is actually called ‘In Memoriam’. The link to the full poem is here
It’s about ringing in the new year, although it covers quite a lot more.
Titch making herself cumfy, as usual. Please ignore the clutter…
He’s getting on, as are we all. His head used to be brown, and you can see the cataracts.
A local bunch of free-loaders. I started putting food down to try and catch a sick bird. Pretty soon there was a horde waiting every morning.
There are a lot more in the trees.
My husband and I go for walks every day. At one point you can see the power station where he worked for so many years. He still checks to see which units are on load (there are lights on top of the building, and apparently one can tell from the stacks and the cooling towers)
Best wishes to everyone out there, especially those who have had a rough year. Many thanks to those who commented with positive thoughts and good advice.
It’s been a hell of a year.
“The year is dying in the night,
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.”