Wollumbin in the Mist

It was quite late as we were returning from spending the afternoon with Ma and Pa.......but the Mist on the mountains was just awesome so it was a bit of a detour down a flood wrecked road for an unobstructed view.

Looks like we are in for more rain.





“When You Are Old"


WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.”

W.B.Yeats