juste un autre jour

Blah, blah, blaberty blah,

Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb....

Once the folks who love to spoil the quiet of the morning with all their chatter had passed, I lay my head down in the damp grass. I stared up at the grey of the morning and smelt the pungent grasses and meadow plants that surrounded me. Peace and quiet before what is going to be a busy day.

Just another day....but then the graves are full of those whom thought they had one more day. Best take note of it all then.

Enjoy your day folks!