Christine
and Nadine
Christine and Nadine by Nigel A. JAMES
Angels of the North
Way
up in the north are two ladies. Christina and Nadine, and they are
England's finest. Snow, hail, black-ice, thick English fog, storms
and sunshine mean nothing to them, for they are out in them all.
They are Home nurses, and their jobs are the hardest of all.
And
their jobs are the people they care for. These are the ones who have
stepped over a line and into a world in which they can no longer care
for themselves. And for these people, Christine and Nadine are the
same as two Angels on earth!
And
it goes without saying that even Angels need breaks. And Christine
and Nadine have a passion for travel. And, sometimes it's the thought
of the next trip that's coming that keeps them on high through the
extremes of their daily routine!
But
of course, holidays cost money, especially the ones which they like.
And when it comes to raising the extra, Christine and Nadine have
plenty of ideas up their sleeves. They hold car boot sales, they bake
cakes, they knit, and do much, much more, too. And each time it
works. Where there's a holiday, there's a way! Christine and Nadine
have never once missed a plane.
And
this year they are going on a discovery holiday to Poland. And, not
only did they raise enough to pay for it all, they did a course in
basic Polish, too! They are well armed for that which will come.
And
so, at the end of the day, they are not only Angels with wings for
the people they care for, they also have their Angels, too! Through
the fogs and the mists, through the rains and the snows, their next
holiday will surely appear!
Balcony
Blues
Akalei - photo by Aranka ACS
Akalei
Sewing
seeds is sometimes the same as planting surprises! And, when Aranka
Acs added Akalei to one of her balcony pots she was more than just
happy with that which appeared. A beautiful shade of blue! This
great little plant is biannual and is well worth the waiting to see!
Poetry
Little Tin Soldiers - by Nigel A James
Little
Boy Blue
by
Eugene Field (1850 – 1895)
The
little toy dog is covered with dust,
But
sturdy and staunch he stands;
And
the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And
his musket moulds in his hands.
Time
was when the little toy dog was new,
And
the soldier was passing fair;
And
that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed
them and put them there.
“Now,
don't you go till I come,” he said,
“And
don't you make any noise!”
So,
toddling off to his trundle bed,
He
dreamt of the pretty toys;
And,
as he was dreaming, an Angel song
Awakened
out Little Boy Blue.
Oh!
the years are many, the years are long,
But
the little toy friends are true!
Ay,
faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each
in the same old place
Awaiting
the touch of a little hand,
The
smile of a little face;
And
they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In
the dust of that little chair,
What
has become of our Little Boy Blue,
