Mist In The Valley

Jazzy flushed a muntjac by the southerly oak tree on our walk. She started to chase it but stopped in her tracks when I called her, the good girl. I wasn't quick enough to capture it. We saw nothing else of note on this damp, dreary day.

I went for a walk this afternoon at Lodge Farm, nothing much doing there either. My pic is of the misty view westwards across the valley that I've captured many times before.

Today's poem is Caring by FR Scott. https://silkannthreades.wordpress.com/tag/f-r-scott/

This coincidentally is today's headline in the paper. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/01/31/parents-responsible-care-elderlymothers-fathers-much-children/

Not sure that I really get the poem, another about death I think? Frost and his wife were extremely close throughout their marriage and behaved together 'like happy children.' He was a member of the Montreal Group of writers who rejected Victorianism. This movement eventually produced Leonard Cohen who wrote poetry before he got into song writing and performing.