I was brushing my hair the other day and noticed some rather wider grey ‘Vogue’ streaks.
My hair has always been dark and in later years peppered, but this was the first time in ages I’d actually really looked!
So I asked Hubby if he’d noticed any major difference in my locks over the past few weeks.

Pictures of my hair October 2016 (boat), May 2017 (MSM), and Oct 2018 (here).

Don’t be fooled that I’d had it cut last year, as I’d brushed it all forward to give myself a haircut, and this is it over my face! I do it myself as to be honest it’s something like £30 for a cut and blow dry, and that’s almost a fortnight’s food shopping for us.
Anyway, I came in and asked Hubby the question, to which he replied that I’d been ‘thick’ for ages!
You gotta love ‘im, he…

When you have a herd of dairy cows, there isn’t really a lot of room for sheep. The sheep just eat grass that the cow could eat and it’s the cows that are paying of the mortgage. But there again, there are times of year where even the most intensive dairy herd could use a few sheep. That is during the autumn. The ground has got too wet for dairy cows, and you’ve laid them in for the winter, but there is still some grass left. Indeed in a mild winter it might still be growing, albeit slowly. So what to do with that grass?
To be fair, at this time of year it’s not really worth a lot. We used to let cows out for an hour on a nice day in winter and they might browse a little, but normally they’d just sit down in the sun and…

… but lets not look that far ahead.

Lets just do ten years, 2029 …

The trickle of, ‘it’s worse than we thought’, reports of environmental crises, collapses, and catastrophes, that even now are an almost weekly occurrence, will have become a flood.

There will be good news too, of course there will, just as there is now, but not enough.

Not enough to ‘save the planet’ … ah, what a wonderful catchphrase that is, and not at all accurate. To paraphrase another song, ‘She’ got along without us before She met us, She’s gonna get along without us now’.

The trick will be, to save ourselves. Not just pockets of humans, here and there, but the whole damn human race, and to be quite honest we’re doing a really piss-poor job of it so far, and by 2029 we’ll have a really good idea of how piss-poor.

So…

Sue Vincentis the host of Thursday Photo Prompt.

~*~

The stag, a symbol of independence

Majestic and proud standing tall

Surveying all the snow-clad forest

Dares me to step into its domain

A gauntlet of challenge thrown my way

Do I have the guts to face nature in its own element

Perhaps not, as I turn around and

Make my way back to my warm home

We all are kings of our kingdoms

Giving respect and freedom to each other

To rule our domains by our own laws

~*~

#Keepitalive

#WritePhoto

Thanks to Sue for our weekly photoprompt challenge:
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/3193846/posts/2443603808

For visually challenged writers, theimage shows the dark silhouette of a cliff against a calm sea and a sun-gold horizon.

From my craggy perch,
I watch over the sea
So blue and calm.
In the stillness,
The gentle lapping
Of water at my feet
Soothes my soul:
Golden riches lie beyond
In places I cannot reach,
But I see, and wish…….
And dream.

This is the final part of a fiction serial, in 1290 words.

The investigation concludes

Jenny woke up in the unfamiliar hospital bed in the early hours of the following morning. She had a terrible thirst, and an awful taste in her mouth. There was something over her face, which she soon realised was an oxygen mask, and a tube was connected to a needle in her wrist, leading up to a sagging bag of fluid. She managed to move her head off the pillows, craning her neck around the small room.

The sleepy policewoman sitting on a chair by the door spotted the woman moving and stood up, dropping the crossword book off her lap. She opened the door, and spoke softly to her colleague standing outside. “She’s awake. Can you tell the nurse in charge, and let the Inspector know?” He nodded, shifting the heavy sub-machine gun around…

Snow falls, catching us unprepared as we once more search for the lost standing stone. Water freezes in every hollow. Bare branches offer no shelter. Roots stretch out hoary fingers, seeking nourishment, finding only stone.

*

Growth devours the past

Perfect assimilation

Life and death are one

*

No sounds except the snow softly landing on my shoulder.

I catch a glimpse of the frozen star shapes gone too quickly on my vest

As I stumble upon a beautiful creature

I’m sure he’s watching me, wondering if I’ll cause him harm

Instead I quietly hide behind the trees, taking in his natural proud beauty.

What an incredible gift, a silent communication of two curious souls.

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Promises may get friends but ’tis performance that keeps them.

~ Benjamin Franklin ~
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