Gift Wrapped Puddings

A line up of homemade C.r.s.m.s Puddings. Not really wanting to mention the full "C" word until 1 December! There were warmed samples too.

A bit of a day, with much dashing about. Been doing a lot of listening too. A friend shared this poem with me today, as we encourage another friend through a really difficult time. Published in 1911 by Welsh poet, W.H. Davies.

Leisure
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.