Endless sunny days.
Two lots of visitors descending on us, taking advantage of the wonderful weather, great to see them.
School holidays, children here, losing mine to others.
Visiting J's family in Fleet for the Easter weekend. Long drive, meals out, catching up.
Gran coming home after a long stay in hospital; along with lots of extra necessary equipment and visits three times a day from carers.
Another long weekend away, only an hour up the road this time and just the three of us. Precious time together, never enough. We succumbed and watched the big event Friday. History in the making after all. We seemed to pack a lot in during the four days; as brought home to me when downloading the 300 pictures taken and from my depleted bank account. Fantastic break, but not too restful.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare. William Henry Davies
The photos below are when I did manage to stop and stare in April.
Stunning, breathtaking scenery.
How could I fail not to.
3 comments:
Enjoyed reading,you have some interesting items listed - nice to read peeps such as this X x
ooo i love that poem!
hope your gran is ok :)
xoxo
Thanks Binnie for the complement. And yes Nikki, Gran is doing much better now she's home. xxx
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