Fickle

I asked Rae to pose for this shot because I thought the purple rose would look beautiful against the stripy top. Then I decided to make it black and white. No wonder men struggle to get it right with women sometimes; we are fickle. Well, I am, anyway - Watch out DB! :-P

I've had a busy day of 'doing stuff' today, which has been most pleasing. I've baked my little socks off - Gooseberry and orange drizzle cake, Gooseberry pie, Choc chip cookies. I'll take them to church tomorrow for my fellow parishioners to devour. I love to bake, but don't really eat much of it, so this is a win:win.

A quiet evening, just the pooch and me. Chicken nachos for dinner if I can be bothered; not really much into eating with this dumb sinus infection. It's hung around for a week and I've been resisting a visit to the doc. Think I might have to give in if it hasn't gone by Monday.

I wrote this a year ago, but it still rings true. :-)

Sometimes I say that less is more
It shows me what I'm looking for
The solitude, the loneliness
The need for peace, the need for rest

Sometimes I stare for far too long
At the door where I've come from
And I neglect the path ahead
The one that I should take instead

The tears, the angst, down in the dumps
And life's low lows and giant humps
It seems that I can ne'er surmount
When I am gripped with fear and doubt

So less is more and simple's good
It's all I have, and so I should
Be kind to me, and gentle too
Until refreshed I'm hatched anew.

~Barking~

Night all.

~Barking~