I could be wrong, but I think that this tree is connected to the Internet. I hope that it's live blogging on the Tasmanian election from the distinct perspective of a Braddon-based Araucaria heterophylla, but fear that it's more likely to be trolling the Guardian Unlimited sports pages or fishing about for some cheeky upskirts of a barely-legal Athrotaxis selaginoides.
[Or they could be lights...]
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Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving a comment. In case you have not been told before your blog is hands down my husbands favorite. Due to a PC crash he lost your addy for a while and was crushed.
The Old Salt (Frank) spent weeks checking all the blogs he thought you preferred looking for a comment from you to get the addy back. Now that he has found it he is once again his happy self.
Since I like a happy husband I have to give you a big thank you and a virtual hug of gratitude .
I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.
I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.