The tree that walked

On my walk through the neighborhood this morning I saw this.

I pointed it out to the tall person and asked him why this tree had legs. He smiled and told me that it did seem unusual.

I suggested to the tall person that perhaps the tree had been unhappy living in a forest and decided to grow legs so that it could walk to a better place.

The tall person agreed and said that sometimes it is difficult to see the wood for the trees and it becomes necessary to remove yourself from a situation.

I didn’t understand that and asked him why the tree decided to come and live here by the side of a road in a city.

The tall person smiled and said that all journeys finish somewhere.

I ate my family and other animals!

Don’t be alarmed. The tall person, little person, De and Barnaby are all okay. When I said I ate my family and other animals I meant I ate My Family and Other Animals – the autobiographical work by naturalist Gerald Durrell, telling of the part of his childhood he spent on the Greek island of Corfu between 1935 and 1939.

It was a Georgian translation

I Love The Rain

It’s raining in Tbilisi and I’m sitting at the top of the steps letting the rain drops fall on my nose. It is so refreshing!