well i must say, over 400 little imagination caps have been put to grand use over the past few days. thank you for taking the time to use them wisely and brighten up my evenings. along with the comments left here and my bulgy inbox, Linus (Our #2's cat) and i have spent many a happy half hour reading them all. i noted as he sat upon my lap and listened to each and every 'critter imagined', he had very good listening skills. far greater than my 'lads of three' and i see now why Our #2 has always felt he was a 'cat above the rest'...
and so it is, Linus and myself, pondered and purred about a winner. i must note, i did the majority of the pondering and he did a splendid job at the purring side of things. and so this morning, after my final amount of pondering and Linus was done with all his purring we have a winner...
and the winner is
Melinda with her little prickly critter called Basil
"I would love to have a little hedgehog and call him Basil. Hedgehogs are so English and so is the name Basil. I had an uncle Basil and remember him being super prickly and gruff. He was also obsessed with growing root veg so it all seems fitting. I would make Basil a little wooden house which I would hide under the leaves at the bottom of the garden and inside there would be a camo quilt pillow. But most of all when we have a frigid Pennsylvania winter I picture him curled in a ball in my knitting scraps by the fire.
now everyone will tell me all the reasons I can't have a hedgehog for my little friend. But I say ...
ode to Basil:
Hedgehog hedgehog hidden tight,
Make your ball when there's a fright,
But under the moon
And a mackerel sky,
Scurry and dance in the freedom of night.
Such a silly thing for a woman of 56, but he's my special critter craving"
congratulations Melinda, thank you for sharing your ode to Basil with me and thank you to all for imagining their little critter so brilliantly and also for the spiffy comments upon my book.
she will be back tomorrow with a few pics of our Glady's inners after many days of hard graft with 'her and her lads of three' ~ Tif
"I would love to have a little hedgehog and call him Basil. Hedgehogs are so English and so is the name Basil. I had an uncle Basil and remember him being super prickly and gruff. He was also obsessed with growing root veg so it all seems fitting. I would make Basil a little wooden house which I would hide under the leaves at the bottom of the garden and inside there would be a camo quilt pillow. But most of all when we have a frigid Pennsylvania winter I picture him curled in a ball in my knitting scraps by the fire.
now everyone will tell me all the reasons I can't have a hedgehog for my little friend. But I say ...
ode to Basil:
Hedgehog hedgehog hidden tight,
Make your ball when there's a fright,
But under the moon
And a mackerel sky,
Scurry and dance in the freedom of night.
Such a silly thing for a woman of 56, but he's my special critter craving"
congratulations Melinda, thank you for sharing your ode to Basil with me and thank you to all for imagining their little critter so brilliantly and also for the spiffy comments upon my book.
she will be back tomorrow with a few pics of our Glady's inners after many days of hard graft with 'her and her lads of three' ~ Tif
Oh, I too now want a hedgehog named Basil.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Melinda. For me...I hope your book will be published in Holland. Till then I'll enjo your blog.
ReplyDeleteWell done Melinda!!!
ReplyDeleteWell done Melinda. I am not the least bit jealous. That green tinge you see is really just the light... :) C.x
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous little 'tell' :o)
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Melinda!! You lucky, lucky lady!! :o)I LOVE that little ditty!
Looking forward perusing to Gladys' inners :o)
Have a great week Tif. xx
How nice for Melinda, congratulations! it's a beautiful story about a hedgehog called Basil!
ReplyDeleteOh Tif your blog looks so fresh and i like it a lot!
Thanx for making me fantasize about a pet...now mr. Lion is part
of my imagination, it makes me happy when i think of him ...
;-)
x
Congratulations to Melinda...and Basil too of course!
ReplyDeleteoh you are so lovely to Melinda and Basil this fine and dandy morning...
ReplyDeletethank you kindly indeed!
Congrats Melinda! You are very fortunate! loved your cute tale!
ReplyDeleteI did enjoy Melinda's Basil. My grandfather was called Basil and not grumpy or prickly (except for his moustache). His obsession was the growing of runner beans, an obsession which still occupies my father and uncle and occasionally myself and cousin Hilary.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful critter Basil would be and what a brilliant prickling ode. Congratulations Melanie.
ReplyDeleteCarol xx
I would have to agree. A hedgehog would make a mighty fine pet. Congrats Melinda!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Melinda!! Uncle Basil sounds a right character, and love the ditty for Basil, of the Pickly variety, Enjoy the book xx
ReplyDeleteYay for Melinda.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, what a fun little poem!
ReplyDeleteYayyyyyy Melinda....CONGRATULATIONS Lovey....A WELL DESERVED win indeed....!!
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Tamarah :o)
love melinda's ode....and i (as a 55 year old woman) believe ALL 56 year old women need a hedgehog, me included!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Miss Melinda:
ReplyDeleteYou ARE as sweet as your little hedgehog~ I think, from now on, your nom de la plume~ Basilina!
Congratulations Melinda, it was a lovely ode to Basil, a fellow hedghog lover !! hehe!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Melinda! I love your ode to Basil!
ReplyDeleteMelinda TOTALLY had me when in her poem she says "... scurry and dance in the freedom of the night." Congratulations to her, I loved her entry. Carolina
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