There is no sun that rose before a sunset.
Ndebele Tribe Proverb, Zimbabwe
foto – SUNSET AT LINDEN LEA BILAMBIL 2008
But stark within my memory
I see it once again
When we all looked at it anxiously
Days when we hoped for rain;
I hear the hollow sounds it made,
Like some prophetic drum,
As I tapped rung on rung, afraid
Of dreadful days to come,
Our Corrugated Iron Tank by James Hackston
FOTO – 2/3 PIONEER IN WESTERN DESERT WWII
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be. – Douglas Adams
A miser sold all that he had and bought a lump of gold, which he buried in a hole in the ground by the side of an old wall and went to look at daily. One of his workmen observed his frequent visits to the spot and decided to watch his movements. He soon discovered the secret of the hidden treasure, and digging down, came to the lump of gold, and stole it. The Miser, on his next visit, found the hole empty and began to tear his hair and to make loud lamentations. A neighbour, seeing him overcome with grief and learning the cause, said, Pray do not grieve so; but go and take a stone, and place it in the hole, and fancy that the gold is still lying there. It will do you quite the same service; for when the gold was there, you had it not, as you did not make the slightest use of it. Aesop
“Like the trees, we are visitors, guests of earth. The light shines down, and a bud breaks, branches give way before us, a book’s leaves open, and our eyes look, look again. We are a grove, companions spared to be on earth at the same time. The trees – though not our kind – are kin, elder relatives standing to greet us.”
Kim Stafford, from “Tree of All Trees” in Entering the Grove.
FOTO – BELL LAND AT CONDONG NSW 2008
Hard heads in Hardeston, Quakers in the Pow ; The braw lasses d Abdie Canna spin their ain tow"
A CENTURY OF SCOTTISH PROVERBS AND SAYINGS, IN PROSE AND RHYME, CURRENT IN FIFE AND CHIEFLY OF FIFE ORIGIN. COLLECTED AND SELECTED BY G: MACKAY, Sheriff of the Counties of Fife and Kinross.
FOTO - MT TAMBORINE SPINNER 2008
Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
That’s what Bilbo hates –
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!
Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
Splash the wine on every door!
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
Pound them up with a thumping pole;
And when you’ve finished, if any are whole,
Send them down the hall to roll!
That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates!
So, carefully! carefully! with the plates!
THE HOBBIT. JRR TOLKIEN.
FOTO – STOKERS SIDING HALL 2009
Adiye nje oka, o mu omi, o gbe okuta pe pe pe mi, sibe sibe o ni ohun o ni eyin, to o ba ni eyin, se o ma je irin ni? (Yoruba and Idanre)
A chicken eats corn, drinks water and swallows little pebbles, but still complains of having no teeth. If she had teeth would she eat steel? (Literal English)
Yoruba and Idanre ( Nigeria ) Proverb
FOTO -LAKE MACQUARIE AT SUNSHINE 2008
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