Friday

I confess I took this yesterday. I didn’t take any photos today and I’m guessing you’d rather not have a photo of my toilet. The lovely Rupert arranged to come round after I finished work this evening to fix my toilet overflow … what an excellent chap : ) 

Called in briefly to see craggy.

Work, Sometimes - Mary Oliver

I was sad all day, and why not.  There I was, books piled
on both sides of the table, paper stacked up, words
falling off my tongue.
The robins had been a long time singing, and now it
was beginning to rain.
What are we sure of?  Happiness isn’t a town on a map,
or an early arrival, or a job well done, but good work
ongoing.  Which is not likely to be the trifling around
with a poem.
Then it began raining hard, and the flowers in the yard
were full of lively fragrance.
You have had days like this, no doubt.  And wasn’t it
wonderful, finally, to leave the room?  Ah, what a
moment!
As for myself, I swung the door open.  And there was
the wordless, singing world.  And I ran for my life.