Keep your hair on

The seed heads were disappearing fast as I blipped in the strong breeze.
As I set off to walk I realised I'd forgotten to put my boots on, I went back to the car and realised I'd forgotten to lock it, I put my boots on, walked about a mile and changed my mind and went to see my friend to do some weeding and chatting. Norfolk tomorrow - not long now I feel.

The Lane - Edward Thomas

Some day, I think, there will be people enough
In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries
Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight
Broad lane where now September hides herself
In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse.
Today, where yesterday a hundred sheep
Were nibbling, halcyon bells shake to the sway
Of waters that no vessel ever sailed ...
It is a kind of spring: the chaffinch tries
His song. For heat it is like summer too.
This might be winter’s quiet. While the glint
Of hollies dark in the swollen hedges lasts—
One mile—and those bells ring, little I know
Or heed if time be still the same, until
The lane ends and once more all is the same.