Sophie’s Snail, Again…
Is it news to say the rain came down again on us in London?
As I was sloshing home on the slippery stones of the churchyard where my parents are interred I saw the snails out in force.
I watched as the four of them blazed slimy trails in ways only snails know how.
Their movements are almost imperceptible, I wonder they leave the sanctuary of the tall grass for the open space of a paved pathway heavily trodden by the likes of me. But then tall grasses can have their perils too, shears, lawn mower or worm seeking blackbird.
All lives are fragile.
Once home and telling of my sightings hubs told me I should gather them, feed them on cornmeal and then eat them with garlicky butter. Not for me thank you!
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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