A post that will warm your thoughts. Well done from the Rabbit Patch.
It is the time when garden spiders spin and fog hides the morning like a well kept secret. I am slowly , but surely slipping back into a routine. Going back to work, means I must adhere to a schedule or else I am quickly , but surely sinking. Gone are the Tuesday mornings spent feeding wild geese and farewell to meandering by the “laughing river” in the early afternoon. Picnics and tea parties, likewise. I sorely miss lingering over coffee with Jenny in the mornings. . .but all is not lost. I have found beauty abounds no matter the circumstances.
I get home at a very reasonable hour. I drive through the countryside, past fields, now gilded in gold- and quiet pastures. I come home to a jolly “welcome wagon”. Cash, my boxer acts like my return is the best part of his day. Christopher Robin, my very…
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