To much Time has passed since my last post. But I'm still here, digging my way out of Closets & Cupboards, a little early Springcleaning.
And lots of sewing in between, getting Inspired by the time ahead us. And practicing a bit of Self Reflection.
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, 'What is it?' No, not as there is a time talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.