Looking into my glass ball I think I might be back posting here regularly in 6 weeks or so. In the meanwhile I must be content with daily photographs of my garden and sharing my adventures beyond the mountains. For the theme day I have chosen a glass paperweight decorated with gum leaves glistening in the afternoon sun shining across on my garden. Click here to view thumbnails for all participants Words to walk with: Glass by Robert Francis "Words of a poem should be glass But glass so simple-subtle its shape Is nothing but the shape of what it holds. A glass spun for itself is empty, Brittle, at best Venetian trinket. Embossed glass hides the poem of its absence. Words should be looked through, should be windows. The best word were invisible. The poem is the thing the poet thinks. If the impossible were not, And if the glass, only the glass, Could be removed, the poem would remain."