The days grow shorter, and so does my writing time. I wish I had time to spend here:
Or even a length of time to spend here:
I'd love to have time to garden:
Or even just to water the plants:
Or just to have a cup of tea:
If my grandmother's experience is any indication, at some point, I may have more time than I know how to fill. But not this month.
but bestows favor on the humble
1 year ago
1 comment:
A suggestion: Stop writing this blog.
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