Thursday, 15 February 2018

Is There Somebody at the Door?


◁◁DING DONG▷▷  ◁◁DING DONG▷▷

Clearly there is.
Hang on!  Hang on.  I'm coming...

*click*   {{CREEEEEEEEEAK}}

Hel-  Yikes!


 Oh.  Hello Hercules.  Mind your lyre on the door frame as you come in.  And I expect you'd better bring your swan in, too, as there's a hungry-looking dragon and a fox loitering in the driveway.  Not to mention that creepy Tripod lurking on the corner near the Nightship stop...

This Tripod is a perv - it peers through the window of the Smallest Room

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 For those who need to know, this is how the view from my front door looked before my eyes had adjusted to the dark:



What awaits you when you open your front doors?


20 comments:

  1. *claps hands like a demented star struck seal*
    Meme!!!!! I will take a picture next time I go to the door.
    Sx

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    1. Hoorah! What you start I expect everyone else to continue. I want to see milk bottles, and postmen, and Jehovah's Witnesses etc. etc...

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    2. I scared the JWs away when some Banksia cones exploded in my bonfire so we should be safe from them.
      But I want..no, I need to know what constellation is Ophucus. And are you positive that's the correct spelling?

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    3. Ah, so that's how you do it. I wonder if ordinary pine cones will work...?

      Ophiuchus (yes, that's the right spelling - with an i) depicts a man holding a snake, Serpens (Cauda & Caput), and can be seen in the second photo of the Thursday 25th January set in my No Moon At All post. Or you can just click this wiki link.

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  2. I'm thinking that the Tripods would be great to take off-roading!

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    1. Just so long as they don't trip over the Land Rovers!

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  3. The Mistress sees "the woods," i.e. a dense growth of trees greater in extent than a grove but smaller than a forest.

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    1. How lovely! Can you walk through them, or is it private land?

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    2. It's public and luckily, aside from a few dog-walkers, I'm usually the only one walking through.

      I'm lucky to live within walking distance of a few "woods," a small forest, and a river.

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    3. Do you (like me when on the beach) grit your teeth and mutter (or roll your eyes) when you espy people in "your" woods as you're walking through?

      I'd love to live by a river. But, then, I have the sea - Musn't get greedy!

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    4. I am EXACTLY like that!

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  4. Cygnus is always so lovely to behold...

    My door faces my neighbor's door. We share a long covered porch. Right to my left is the parking lot. I used to have a lovely growth of wild flowers in the empty lot behind my place. It's been sold to developers. Condos and buildings are taking up all the open spaces.

    Five years ago, my place was considered rural to suburban. Now it's urban! The nearest park is a twenty minute walk away--but I have to maneuver through two increasingly busy roads--the nearest crossing light is actually a half hour's walk away, at the other end of the park.

    I'm sad to see the local farms and fields get turned into shopping centers and condos, but that's progress. And I'm also fascinated by the transition and all the challenges the changes are bringing. Now you know why I love national parks and wild beaches--I like the wide open spaces.

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    1. "You can't sop progress!" as Bill Heslop says. Sadly, in some cases.

      What happened to your sweet potato/yam plant (I can't remember it's name)? Is it still with us? If so, where do you keep it?

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    2. Oh, My poor Sweet Potato Chip. He was blossoming. Then I came home after work one day and discovered he had been consumed by a swarm of caterpillars! There were at least seven still munching on his stem!

      In a moment of rage, I poured a whole pitcher full of ice water over those marauding invaders! They didn't drown. But I did wash most of them off poor Chip's remains. I tried to save him, but the damage was done. Poor Chip was gone.

      That's what I get for organic gardening. I'm using pest killers the next time I try to garden! And it was a very small consolation to see birds feeding on those caterpillars the rest of the month.

      Now, everytime I see a butterfly or moth, I have to keep myself from shouting out, "Murderer!"

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    3. Oh, yes, Chip! I thought he'd managed to survive a caterpillar attack? I guess those "murderers" got to him again or caused too much damage the first time. Poor Chip.

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  5. Well today it was this:
    https://www.flickr.com/photos/charlesfred/6038261656
    Not Hercules but definitely passable!

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    1. Blogger don't dare spam my hunky plumber.

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    2. He was at your door? Good job he's a plumber then, as I can imagine that the sight of him got you all moist...

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  6. After putting the car away at around 22:00 my maid of all work Carmen looked up at the night sky and in a very enthusiastic manner pointed out Orion's belt. I'm going to sleep much better tonight knowing that.

    'What awaits you when you open your front doors?' I hear you ask. It's usually Jean the nosy neighbour or Peninsula as I like to call her, a long neck looking out to see.

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    1. Did Carmen point out what's dangling just below Orion's belt though? Or does she have hopes keeping it to herself?

      Ha! Peninsula!

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