Monday, December 04, 2006

JUNGLE BELLS BATMAN SMELLS....................................

"Foxes have holes, and the birds of the air their nest, but the Son of man has no place to lie His head"

Yesterday evening we visited my sister Meg and her daughters and the new grandbaby Dotty, Oh Dotty is the most beautiful baby. She is like a little rosebud that is blossoming,it is approximately 2 weeks since we saw her and she has filled out so much. When we saw her she had just been fed and she was sleeping and looked so lovely. Dotty is a bonny little thing.

On the way back we stopped by my brothers house and then decided to come back along Holton Road inBarry and we had to stop quickly to avoid a fox in the middle of the road. It was quite fascinating to watch the fox wander in and out of the gardens and not much different to the locals dogs I suppose as the fox was in the bin bags!It felt like quite an honour really to be able to see such a wild creature so close up.
We live quite close to a small woods and Fiona said she had seen a fox from her bedroom window outside the shop opposite. Neighbours have said they have heard the foxes in the school playground at night, the playground is just behind our house and next to the woods.
It takes me approximately 10>15 minutes to drive into the centre of town, a capital city yet we live less than 5 minutes walk from the countryside. The position of where we live is not too bad and with the regeneration work the view of where we live is also improving.

Beauty is still asleep and how do I know? Because I cannot hear her singing Jingle Bells or any other Christmas Song.
I so have to teach her something other than Jingle Bells!

1 comment:

chrisd said...

Hi--I saw your name at Whitterer on Autism and thought I'd stop by. I'm the mother of an Asperger kid (Sam, red hair, 10yo)

Great to meet you and lovely blog!




An Irish Blessing

(A Blessing from St. Patrick)
May the road rise to meet you,

May the wind be always at your back,

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

May the rains fall soft upon your fields,

And, until we meet again,

May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.