Woodpeckers. I have never seen a woodpecker. It is one of my greatest dreams to see a woodpecker. My son knows this and very kindly lets me know every time he sees one. A cousin of my husband let it be known that he has seen several. Today of all days – rainy, bleary, cold, my husband saw a green woodpecker. In our garden in Cookham. I identified it from his description. I looked it up on Google images. And there it was. Just as he described it. Beautiful red head. I am now green with envy.
This is my first ever blog and already I am showing you one of the worst elements of my character. You. who are you? i am writing into the unknown because it seems to be the thing to do. I teach children about writing for an audience. Yet I do not know who mine is. Is there one? Just one?
Write and let me know. Give me a word – any word – and I will write something related to it. Try me.
Life Through Basia's Eyes 
I’ve always wondered about the hidden humour teachers use out of the hearing of the students.
And here I find a lady tormented by a woodpecker, and a family mocking your desire to see one. Your audience will lurk, most will read and never tell you that have done. I only know because I get questions why I have not posted an entry in a long period of time.
Good luck!
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What’s your word Stephen. I’m brimming with ideas Just say the word
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What a lovely blog – with a real hint of whimsy around some sharp observations. Well done Baisa. What is the word thing though? Are you asking for suggestions?
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“Yearning”
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Thank you, Tony- It’ll have to wait its turn!
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