I am dreaming of a place, With a wide open space, And grapes on the vine, To make top notch wine. Of course I am thinking, Of wine well worth drinking, But unsure in my head, Is it a white – or a red? (Original sketch at musing75.com/artwork/views/, other rhymes at musing75.com/rhymes/)
Not sure about the “coming back” bit, but being better adapted to our climate seems like a rather good idea …
Just starting to feel a bit dozy myself …
To mark a family bereavement …
Elementary logic – unless you get confused by the possibility that the paint is made from plants …
Strange rocks, geysers and thermal pools, Deep canyons with thundering waterfalls, Sulphurous vents that really stank, Hot water without a hot water tank, A very old Saga about Erik the Red, And his recently rebuilt homestead, Active volcanoes which are overdue, Shrinking glaciers where once they grew, Long place names like Eyjafjallajökull, And fjords which […]
Well that is what St Paul appears to have been thinking when he wrote “at the right time Christ died for the ungodly” – although I suspect that to worry about the timing of Easter is to miss the point … (BTW bible quote from the Letter of Paul to the Romans 5v6)
