This is a big day for me.
A really big day for me… and an even bigger day for Luna. You wonder who that is?
She is the brindle long-haired, big-boned, fluffy-curl tailed magnificent Caucasian bitch standing a few feet from her Master. Her sunny-brown eyes have been throwing inviting looks my way since their arrival some minutes ago.
Her Master had arrived with her as soon as Master had come back from work. The moment she’d walked through the gate, I knew she was hot and ready for she’d given me the ‘flagging’ sign – moving her tail aside to indicate she was ready for my mount.
I saw her as she ambled her way towards the Nursery chamber, a gleaming glorious beauty on six legs.
She was a minor worker attached to the Nurseries. She was also the centre of my dreams every night. The reason I scramble out of my hollow very early every morning to watch her as she moved with quiet dignity carrying out her duties with an infectious cheerfulness and admirable devotion.
I usually watched her from a safe distance, knowing that as a drone I was forbidden to crawl the workers chambers. Matter-of-fact I was only allowed access to the drone chambers. Condemned to only stroll it’s length and breadth.
Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his room.
After a while he emerged and informed his mother that he had thought it over and then said a little prayer.
“Fine,” said the pleased mother. “If you ask God to help you not misbehave, He will help you.”
“Oh, I didn’t ask Him to help me not to misbehave,” said Johnny. “I asked Him to help you put up with me.”
ONE: TWO: THREE: FOUR: FIVE: SIX: SEVEN: EIGHT: NINE: TEN: ELEVEN: FINAL EPISODE.
An ant hill is a home for ants where a colony of ants work, feed and live together.
Though the ant home may look like a pile of earth, sand, pine needles or clay on the outside. Most ant hills are made of of well-sculpted chambers partitioned into food storage rooms, nurseries and resting places for worker ants.
There are different kinds of species of ants all over the world with different sizes of colonies.
My name is Zoro and I come from the Black Garden Ant species and from a small-size colony of just about 8,000 workers.
I’m starting a new series today called Ant Hill. It’s a love and life story of Zoro.
The Libeck & Lemon territorial war story is still on… so don’t panic. And so is the Valerie/Nathan love story – Unbreak My Heart. So keep reading them and posting your inspiring thoughts.
I won’t say how often I’ll be updating… you saw what how out-of-line the Unbreak my Heart updates went, right?
So let’s just say, I’ll update as inspiration comes… for now.
I’m also writing another love story – a snappier, funner, easier-to-follow one about Alex/Regie. It will be coming on once the Val/Nate story is done.
And in the midst of all these love stories and series, inspirational posts and Cher Journal meditative thoughts will still be part of our weekly updates.
So keep hanging with Alifediary blog, cos we plan to make your daily e-trek a simply fun, enjoyable and memorable one *winks*
“The sight of lovers feedeth those in love”. – Shakespeare, As you like it.
Nathan steered the car into the spacious Chop N’ Munch parking lot, following patiently the parking attendant directions. They all got down, a bubbly excited Toinette leading the way. A quick glance around the slightly crowded parking lot, clearly told her that changing her mind and wearing instead her high-waist jeans trousers with a long sleeved tucked-in T-shirt had been a good call. This was a posh place she decided.
“Not bad.” Nathan commented surveying with critical eyes the front elevation two storey building with a red bold Chop N’ Munch signature covering the top centre of the building.
“Yeah, it’s really nice.” Duncan nodded. “Shall we go in then?”
I so wanted to make this post yesterday of Mother Teresa’s Love quotes. But an expired subscription did not permit. Today I’m back in business and would still love to share these amazing words.
Hope they bless you as they did me. Mother Teresa’s words that she is a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world makes me think… ‘now she is gone, can I be that little pencil? God still has love letters to spread to a despairing world, are we willing to be the little pencil in His Hand?
Smile as you read, then… LOVE