The sky really is bluer here than at home, and I’m not talking metaphorically. We’re a mile high, and the air is thinner.
Yesterday we flew kites in the park.
I’m aware of the war, and the bad U.K. news with the heartless spring budget and the P&O outrage, but I have to admit that although it’s completely irrational, it feels easier to read about it hours later than I would at home. It makes no sense at all, but I feel as if I’m in another world here with the family.
Yesterday, though, I found myself buying this book:
And this is what it just opened at:
3 comments:
Good to read that you're having happy family times. Love the photos. Amazingly, we have blue skies (paler shade) in Derbyshire this week too! 💙💛 Sally
Most poetry leaves me cold - I feel like I need to see a deeper meaning and I feel ignorant and uncomfortable for not understanding. Takes me back to awkward English lessons where I didnt understand Silas Marner because I hadn’t had enough life experience to fathom it.
This one I love
Perhaps I should buy a red dress?
Jenetta
Thank you, Sally and Jenetta for your comments. I’m sorry I’ve been distracted and not diligent in responding to comments.
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