Some days are for work, some days are for play. Today is for studying the patterns in hay.
To paraphrase FDR: We are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of our own minds. Escape!!
Warmth is slowly ebbing away, marking the end of summer. With new challenges to meet we’ll soon set our feet to the beat of a different drummer.
Let the train take the strain is a popular refrain. Better, by far, than travelling by car. But I’ll take my bike, foul weather or fair, to feel the wind rush through what’s left of my hair
Silhouettes and tangled branches revive visions of youth and the playgrounds we enjoyed, The Pines, Frog Pond, Elephant Rock, and Old Number Ten, where imagination roamed unfettered.
It’s good to pause, occasionally, for (a) reflection.