Photos from my brother's farm, where I visited in the weekend.
Lollypop the calf.
What they look out at from from their backyard.
After the weekend it’s been straight into work - full bore and full-time. I feel a little bit like I’m on a spinning wheel. However, I am pleased to note that it is not affecting my writing too much. I have managed to write a poem (I wrote the first draft last night, and then finished it tonight.) This is encouraging. Long may it continue, because the last thing I want a forty-hour working week to do, is kill off the writing.
I am pleased too that I am managing to build a walk into the morning as I make my way to work. Part of the walk includes going through the Botanical Gardens. Not that I have time to stop and smell the flowers.