As the Mist Rises..

After the little yoga group I lead here on a Monday morning ,I ran over the fields to the East as this mist was slowly disappearing and the sun breaking through. It's looking through a gap in the hills known as The Murdering Glen. I'll tell you that story another day, it would take time and many words to do it justice.

The boys are back at school and my classes begin again this evening, There's a hint of spring in the air this morning. But now I have to get back to cleaning the kitchen floor - shame at the state of it drove me into action. No more excuses.