They seem to like my bed. Used to keep them under there for lack of space. Then got this place with small room in which I put all the books on wall to wall shelves. Over the last two years, they seem to have migrated, one by one, into my bedroom and made piles there, around my bed. Thanks for your visit, and a mess of knowledge sounds even better than a mess of perch.
Sounds like my house!
ReplyDeleteSounds like my kinda place.
ReplyDeleteit's a beautiful mess.
ReplyDeleteyes!
ReplyDeleteI love books, no matter how high they're stacked.
ReplyDeleteShort and sweet yet effective!
ReplyDeleteNow that's a great place to beNow that's a great place to be
ReplyDeleteI like that - a good mess to have!
ReplyDeletespilling over with those ideas!
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best wishes, Isabel
a mess of knowledge... love that
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie,
ReplyDeleteTired monk with an appetite for knowledge. How nice.
Eileen
I love it, Ollie.
ReplyDeleteA towering poem!
ReplyDeleteI can relate... Great work!
ReplyDeleteThey seem to like my bed. Used to keep them under there for lack of space. Then got this place with small room in which I put all the books on wall to wall shelves. Over the last two years, they seem to have migrated, one by one, into my bedroom and made piles there, around my bed. Thanks for your visit, and a mess of knowledge sounds even better than a mess of perch.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Oh, I like that final line - pure inspiration.
ReplyDeleteI love this; you have been to my house... ;D
ReplyDeleteMine tend to fly off the shelves and make their way near my bed. Great words...
nice.
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