W.B. Yeats from The Land of Heart's Desire
Oh, how I love to let his words wash over me. I think if ever I were granted the wish to write like another, I would choose W.B.Yeats.
Today, June 22nd. The day after the summer solstice. Summer? I had planned a sunshine picnic. Instead, we have rain and wind. Alfie, Ripple, Serena and I were blown across the forest.
I was going to say, we went out when most sane and sensible people stayed inside, wrapped up against the elements.
On second thoughts, WE are the sane ones!