9th November, 2018 Friday
Well Dream Kite had quite the journeyings last night most of which I could not hold but this little tidbit I could grasp firmly. It is very very cool.
For some reason I am on a flight, big plane on the way to some exotic place. I am sitting right behind the passenger on the right in the cockpit. The Pilot is someone I have just met. I am having a conversation with the passenger who I know has not flown before. I notice that the Pilot has directed the plane to fly low, so low he is right over a river and then skimming in between buildings in a city with the deftness of a swirling bird. He knows just what a thrill this is for all of us on board. I am aware his antics are primarily for the benefit of my friend in the passenger seat who has never flown before. Pilot liked my Passenger a lot, I guess.
Well tea was Black Honeyed and Creamed. I woke to our field cloaked in frost. My scarred and wind warped Oak still holds her golden leaves. Soon they will drift off or rip away across the field with the whimsy in the Wind.
Its cold now.
We had the chimney sweep here today to clear our fireplace which actually is the best wood stove there is. Last two houses had the propane fire you lit with a switch. Now we have to build it like the olden ways or days. Now all we need is wood. We may have a fire in our hearth soon.
Facebook is finding old posts and one of them is from 10 years ago. Its the photo I took of my Mighty Dachle, then a mere two years old as I realized I dreaded the time I would have to live without her. I shot that photo and posted it and had forgotten all about the moment. Thank you Facebook.
Ta.
Tea With Me 