The holiday is well and truly over and I am still short of time so will not be continuing here at least for a while. I am however posting daily about my summer sojourns beyond the mountains at Sweet Wayfaring . This path is the street front of my garden. The fence is deliberatly low so passers strolling under the pines can look in and enjoy. You can too as I am starting a daily garden meditation . You may like to visit occasionally and reflect. Words to walk with: The Journey by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by littl...
"With glimpses of creeks and a vision of mosses"