There’s only a portal of black obsidian between the zombies and lava in The Dimension of The Nether and The Overworld where Steve is standing and I am counting his sheep, cows and pigs. But we really shouldn’t be hanging around when night is about to fall and mob attacks are imminent: Blazes and Creepers, Spiders from The Cave, all ready to descend on The Farm. autism spectrum my nephew names all the monsters It’s time to lock up the animals, he says, time to close doors and windows, so I turn Steve around and notice he’s clutching a tiny baguette, something that fills me with unaccountable joy: that in this world of sharp edges and danger a boy has placed Bread in a man’s hands and they are carrying it home. Presence 63, March 2019
Lovely way to start your July stones. The (French) summer has been captured!
ReplyDeleteI heard my first cicada just last night. And now I have a to go- because a small stone just dropped into my head! Have a great July and thank you for joining my small stones blog.
ReplyDeleteJust lovely, Lynne. I found myself nodding my head along to this one. I did part of my growing up on an orchard and this captures it perfectly :)
ReplyDeleteLove the repetition of cicadas at the end...very expressive stone.
ReplyDeleteHello old friends, new friends : )
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What Jade said.
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