There have been so many excursions, adventures, deadlines, errands, projects, events, milestones, visitors, and exchanges... so many, that I cannot unravel any of it. Good days. Fine moments. Beautiful, much anticipated happenings. Even some things that have been more than I bargained for, and we'll have to adjust our sails, and check our course... and thankfully we have summer, soon, soon, and this may be our chance to sort through our hopes and expectations, to reflect on the days that have passed, and the days before us. At the moment, it's a bit breathless and whirring.
We may stay home, close the gates, and hide in our garden, under the trees, in and around the barn.
There was a sudden scuffling noise from inside the hole, and then a silence.
"What I said was, Is anybody home?" called out Pooh very loudly.
"No!" said a voice; and then added, "You needn't shout so loud. I heard you quite well the first time."
"Bother!" said Pooh. "Isn't there anybody here at all?"
Winnie-the-Pooh took his head out of the hole, and thought for a little, and he thought to himself, "There must be somebody there, because somebody must have said 'Nobody'." So he put his head back in the hole, and said:
"Hallo, Rabbit, isn't that you?"
"No," said Rabbit, in a different sort of voice this time.
But isn't that Rabbit's voice?"
I don't think so," said Rabbit. "It isn't meant to be."
"Oh!" said Pooh.
He took his head out of the hole, and had another think, and then he put it back, and said:
"Well, could you very kindly tell me where Rabbit is?"
We would not reply. Yes, I do sympathize with Rabbit. Sometimes our hole in the hill must be a place all our own.
We say it, like a statement, full of meaning...
Meanings such as:
How is this possible?
We have goats!
You funny, funny creatures.
You monstrous, monstrous creatures.
Here is the cause, goats!
They make us happy. Happier, even, than we thought possible.
School is out after five days. Until then, I am whirring and stirring, and dreaming of days, and nights, in dappled light.