If I could say one thing it would be that people need to be careful around horses and not do silly things because horses can get scared easily and either kick out or bite. Horses will do something if they feel that they are being threatened or do not understand what they are being told to do. Otherwise if you are good to horses, they will be good to you do. You just need to create a bond with your horse and trust each other.
I found that it described well what was happening.
Change. In the air.
Spring came. Leaves fell. Seed pods fell. Pollen escaped from the pods. Allergies blew up. It’s bad. Real bad. Everybody is walking around sneezing, sniffling and coughing. Then the stuffy head stupids arrived.
We hope for rain. It’s due later today. Maybe it will knock down the seed pods and clean the pollen out of the air. Or not.
The picture. It was made on a dog walk. Post production made it what you see. The color isn’t additive. It’s subtractive.
Thank goodness for asters. Apart from their beautiful shades of purple and pink, they are proving their value over and over again, as pit stops for the bees, bumbles and the few butterflies that are still on the wing. We stood and watched a stand of the shocking pink aster (now symphyotrichum I understand) novae-angliae ‘Andenken an alma pötschke’ on Monday and it was truly covered in honey bees. It looked positively alive and in fluid motion and it sounded like we were standing right next to a hive.
It is fascinating to watch just how quickly the different insects manage to drink from each ripe disc florets on the flowers before moving on to the next.
Around the garden ivy is in full bloom and also buzzing with visitors (flies, wasps, bees and butterflies). This red admiral butterfly was probably basking in the lovely warm sunshine though, rather than…
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I feel trapped when I’m in a small room with plenty of people and the air has gone stale. When we’re all cramped together, wearing blazers and just trying to get some space before our legs go numb. Hopping that she’s nearly done talking. With everybody waiting for it to end. It getting hotter and the air getting staler. People are getting more clostrophobic. I feel trapped in assembly….
At a little past 12 noon today, Donald J. Trump was inaugurated as the 45th President of the United States of America.
As headlines on Drudge Report correctly observe:
- Trump eviscerates Obama’s Washington
- Trump’s speech focuses on “we” and leaves himself out almost entirely — unlike Obama’s “I, me, my” speeches.
Here is the text of President Trump’s inaugural speech (CNBC), followed by the video:
“Chief Justice Roberts, President Carter, President Clinton, President Bush, President Obama, fellow Americans and people of the world, thank you.
We, the citizens of America, are now joined in a great national effort to rebuild our country and restore its promise for all of our people.
Together, we will determine the course of America and the world for many, many years to come. We will face challenges. We will confront hardships. But we will get the job done.
Every four years we gather…
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I can relate to this post because I am also dyslexia, and sometimes struggle with different things. But you’re right in saying that there are different ways to learn with it.
“Being identified as dyslexic is not something I ever wanted. But not being identified, not knowing, not getting help–that was worse.” ~Lost and Found Books
A year ago, something unexpected happened.
I found out why I love books but not reading them.
The cause of my lifelong struggle to read was identified as a very common learning disability called dyslexia.
Many wonderful things have happened since then. Namely: I learned that it’s never too late to live a better life.
Source: LA Johnson/NPR
In the past year, I’ve:
- learned techniques to read and write more efficiently at home and at work; essentially I am retraining or rewiring my brain
- found tools to improve spelling, grammar and map out my thoughts and ideas
- improved the quality of my work as a web writer by applying best practices for dyslexic readers that will help all online readers
- stopped worrying so much about…
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I found it very interesting.
Day 4-5 The Seventh Continent
I dipped my hand in freezing sea, holding my GoPro camera as tight as I could, and felt my fingers go numb. When I could no longer endure the biting cold, I pulled my hand out of the water and only then did I realise that I had been holding the camera upside down the entire time. But I had no time to curse my stupidity; just then a playful juvenile humpback whale breached clear out of the water, performed a perfect half-twist against a backdrop of the most incandescent, vivid mountains, and landed back in the water with a thunderous thump.
Humpback whales socialising
Earlier that morning, I had awoken to Shane, our expedition leader’s chirpy morning call; “Good morning everyone!” He always put too much emphasise on the m in the morning, as if he was delightfully surprised at the fact that the…
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