Wednesday, July 08, 2009

ruebarb, senior, eyes





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Aerial photograph of rhubarb leaf.


In the charity shop I see an elderly man with a stick on his arm reach up to a bookshelf and with a trembling hand take down a book which he slowly opens and examines. It is called Senior Moments.

In Mount Sion, I meet my neighbour, Rosemary an enthusiastic gardener, with the most elegant front garden for miles around. We stop to talk, though my mind is wandering. "My son-in-law has just fixed some eyes in my wall," she says. "He's got all those wonderful tools. " I can only smile and make noises of approval because for what I suppose might be called a senior moment, I can't get out of my head the picture of a young man screwing surrealistic enamel eyes into the wall among the clematis and roses.

3 comments:

marja-Leena said...

Your senior moments made me smile.

Plutarch said...

Me too, but sometimes they can be embarrassing.

Barrett Bonden said...

How about junior moments? My 23-year-old, 6 ft 4 in. grandson has the whole of his head shaved, bar a 4 in. hedge forrard to stern, and has life-size eyes tattooed on the back of his head. This caused the greatest sensation in Zermatt, a couple of years ago. Such self-adornment is probably forbidden in Switzerland.