I shall remain open to the possibility.

When the sun shines I begin to loose track of time, I enter a place were I am, constantly open to the possibility that yes, good things do happen.

Below a poem by Robert Frost. Choose your path carefully.


The Road Not Taken.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost.

Black And White Interiors.

Rain In July.

We have had quite a lot of rain recently, the roses in my garden are now just a memory all the fragile remaining roses were victims of a particularly vicious downfall. We do not complain the rain keeps England green and after a spell of hot weather is very comforting. Below is a poem by Keats which I like.

To Solitude.

O solitude! If I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; - climb with me the steep,
Nature's Observatory - whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes - its rivers crystal swell,
May seem a span: let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilioned; where the Deer's swift leap
Startles the wild Bee from the Fox-glove bell.
Ah! fain would I frequent such scenes with thee;
But the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

~ John Keats.

June.

The weather has been good through June and that certainly puts a new perspective on everything. I have been working in my garden and everything looks OK, in the right light it sometimes looks quite beautiful.

May.

After the worst winter for thirty years enduring months of grey skies, not helped by a volcano erupting in Iceland, we are now happy in England after a lovely weekend of sunshine.