Tuesday 16 August 2016


 A Dead Mole - Andrew Young

Strong - shouldered mole,
That so much lived below the ground,
Dug, fought and loved, hunted and fed,
For you to raise a mound
Was as for us to make a hole;
What wonder now that being dead
Your body lies here stout and square
Buried within the blue vault of the air?

On a happier and more topical note for August, 
Mole's thoughts on returning home after travelling Abroad:

He saw clearly how plain and simple - how narrow, even - it all was;
but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him,
and the special value of some such anchorage in one's existence.
He did not at all want to abandon the new life
and its splendid spaces,
to turn his back on the sun and air
and all they offered him and creep home and stay there;
the upper world was all too strong, it called to him still,
even down there, and he knew he must return to the larger stage.
But it was good to think he had this to come back to,
this place which was all his own,
these things which were so glad to see him again
and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome.

From the chapter Dulce Domum - Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame


  1. I have never seen a mole, alive or dead, but I once lived in a place with molehills aplenty which we called 'oontie-tumps'.

  2. Yes I've seen the hills of beautifully sifted earth but this is my first mole sighting.

  3. What a wonderful blog you have. It's a new discovery for me. Do you know the poem "The Mole" by Wyatt Prunty>

  4. Poor little Moley.

  5. Dear Lucille, thank you for allowing me to see this dear little mole. A new experience for me, that has allowed me even more appreciation for the Wind in the Willows, text and illustrations. (I only got around to reading that book last year.) xo

  6. I always am somewhat enamored by the moles I have seen. They are blind, I believe. So glad to see an 'ode' to one!

  7. One wants moles , like badgers and hedgehogs , to be safe and respected , somehow .