So much depends upon

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

William Carlos Williams

One of my favourite poems. I remembered it when the rain just didn't stop and yes this isn't a blip of a wheel barrow and certainly no white chickens in sight but glazed with rain water and red.

Feeling quite rotten just now, caught the "fringe flu" , a cold that is doing the rounds after the festival and it certainly is gripping my throat. Slept most of afternoon and will go to bed early. As far as the toe is concerned it's absolutely fine! Just badly bruised and Arnica has done the trick, it's nearly gone now.