Peas On The Moon

There is something about flags that I like. There seems to be a magnificant air about them. I have a Canadian flag on my wall. I've had it for a couple years now. I love it. A British flag has been on my list for same time. Not too sure why that specific flag, but I wanted one so i went on the hunt. (quietly)

My Grandparents' place has a flagpole in the front yard. It has forever born the British flag. There is no on living in the house now, my grandmother is in a seniors lodge. My father just checks the house every day.

Anyhow, The flag was taken down because it was getting ripped and torn in the wind. Over the holidays i noticed it on the bench in the porch and asked my dad about it. He said to grab it, so i did. Now happy as can be.

It is now hanging on my wall in all it's glory. It is directly across form my window and the foot of my bed so it's the last thing i see before i fall asleep.

I think the thing that has inspired this windy babble, is the aura of the flag. The end of it is torn in jagged lengths. It's 3/4 there in full. It's hanging top down so it can bellow in the draft of the door beside it. When i go to bed the moon gives it a soft eery glow. Strangely enough, this glow is reassuring. It has nothing to do with the Scottish heritage that inspired the flag to go up at my Grandparents'. It just seems powerful and safe. And it's a piece of them. Though my Grandfather is gone, it is him. And my Grandmother may not live there any longer, but it is her. The whole thing is...well....Magestic hanging there on the wall in it's soft reassuring glow.

Next on the list is the Aussie flag.