Monday, November 08, 2010

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Even dead trees have been reduced to begging. This one is doing well. Tahune Air Walk, September 2010.

The little gold coins are two dollars, the slightly larger one’s one dollar. In the main, I can spot fifty and twenty cent pieces. There must be a few hundred dollars there, at least! I’d happily tolerate a few nicks and bruises if it meant that I was a few hundred off each day. Obviously, if you do spot me in the street and do wish to throw money at me, notes might be a better bet.

Fifties or hundreds are especially welcome, but I shan’t turn my nose up at fives, tens or (heaven forbid) twenties.

I’m very good like that.


Roddy said...

Do we place the coins or throw them? In which case did you see how many actually missed sticking to the trunk and lay on the ground all around the base of the tree?
A wishing tree, a novel take on the wishing well.

Carola said...

This is the titel I mentioned in my comment about the Little Prince. O.k. I know you know. But this sounds much better then my simple translation.

Kris said...

Roddy, you toss them. You only get your wish if it stays up there, allegedly.

Carola, the one that I read was an excellent translation.