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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington
I think you are right Susie...we do live in a beautiful part of the country. I think we take much of our lovely countryside for granted too.
When I travel around the country with Ma, we strike up conversations(having a lady in a wheelchair has the same drawing power as a baby in a pram...or a dog on a lead. I suspect Ma would prefer the baby and pram analogy) we ask people if they value the beauty of where they live....some say they do, a lot say they don't notice it. Now isn't that a bit sad?
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I live in a beautiful part of the world too ... and what is really starting to bug my ass is the number of young people wandering about texting
, while all around them is a beautiful day, the sun on the lake, ducks, geese, all kinds of birds ... the lakeshore, the Thousand Islands (well, a few of the Thousand Islands
and Wolfe Island, the biggest of them), the boats on the lake, the beautiful, old limestone buildings, all the life of a busy little city ... and all the little morons can do is send bs messages, and giggle at the inane replies, their attention glued to a little screen .... their lives as empty as their heads.
Maybe Wordsworth had something like this in mind (though, sans modern technology) when he composed those 14 wonderful lines on Westminster Bridge.
I remember the candles in jam jars, conkers and marbles ... the smell of linseed oil on the bat, and of a new cricket ball ...................
Oh, and trainspotting ... a thermos of coffee and cold sausage butties with HP on them ... waiting for the Midday Scot.