A few months ago my son-in-law told me of BBC 4 Radio and BBC 4 Radio Extra found on the internet. I knew of the BBC t.v., especially their American PBS daily report. I like(d) it because it presents no biases, just the facts. No ultra-conservative FOX NEWS, and no ultra-liberal CNBC. But I knew nothing of this England based radio station(s). What a rare find. At night, I often listen to "Book at Bedtime", abridged books, 15 minutes a night. And I've become a devoted fan, addicted really, to The Archers, a fine, fine story 50 years + old, giving the daily drama of a fiction countryside in England: cattle, sheep, agriculture pursuits that center around the Archer Family and their extended family, friends, and associates. I learn so much as well as being entertained. With our own children grown and moved away, I suspect The Archers have become a daily family I can visit and participate in albeit "radio drama". A virtual map and "Who's Who" on their website, allow me to be there, with them, watching them live out their lives. Simple pleasures for simple minds?
Be Well. Do Good.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Spending Time in the Backyard
3 trees. One for each kid. We've planted 3 trees for each of our children, where ever we've lived. Flowering Crap Trees to be exact. The kids have all moved away from home, but when I'm in the back yard, they're with me: Brittany, all white blossoms, stalwart and unyielding to the fierce winds, the eldest of the 3 trees, guarding and protecting the other two trees, just as she always guards and protects her younger siblings. Chelsi, pink blossoms that are clustered together like a bouquet, tasteful in their presentation, just as she is in her grooming and dress, always with jewelry and accessories that highlight her appearance. Kip, burgandy and bold, even the leaves & bark on his tree is darker and rough textured, a masculine tree that protects and shades us, never ceases to grow, but steadily going on, growing without complaint, just like Kip.
We love & miss our children; I'm reminded of them every time I'm in the backyard. Maybe that's why I spend so much time there.
Be Well. Do Good.
We love & miss our children; I'm reminded of them every time I'm in the backyard. Maybe that's why I spend so much time there.
Be Well. Do Good.
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