Death by Metaphor...

It always seems to be the books that I detest reading that Bethany takes a real shine to and wants read as bedtime story, night after night after night.

My current nemesis is a story about Humpty's little sister, Dimity Dumpty and how she came to his aid whenst he made his now very famous 'great fall'.

"Up above the circus ground,
she blew into her silver flute -
soft as a snail on a cabbage leaf,
quiet as the grass growing on the hill,
gentle as a beetle's breath,
making sounds known only to birds
and things that slide in the night."

AAaaaarrrrggh, if you can't nail a mood with a single metaphor, don't try for a second or third attempt..... I feel a trip to the library is on the cards to thankfully return the book and replace it.

EcoDad however is happy as the summer breeze and a breath of fresh air in the claustrophobia of corporation and I thought this rather captured that. Thanks for the lunchtime walk and natter Eco.