G'day, bro!
We've got a drizzly day here. The sort of day that's often referred as a "soft day" here in Ireland.
Still, it suits me. I sowed a row of carrot seeds yesterday evening, so the drizzle will moisten the ground and help their germination.
So I'm now into double digits in my attempt to take and upload a new photograph every week for 52 weeks, as I have just uploaded my tenth offering:
I've given it the title: "10/52 Cottage Garden (6) [The vegetable plot]"
A well written piece, Gary.
It reads almost like a three act play: storm, calm (the eye of the storm), storm.
Often the wind can be the most destructive part of a storm. But, as the wind is circulating around the eye of the storm, the wind (destruction) is in the opposite direction once the eye has passed.
As others have already stated, this poem will strike a chord for many who read it.
There'll be no fight at all.
Gary only offered the plaid shirt to dughlas. I'll be happy with the rest. I can even find the guy another shirt if he really needs one.
And flu is caused by a virus, and there is a vaccine for that. We'll just have to wait and see.
Even if a vaccine is never developed, there's the possibility that a drug, or drug combination, will be developed that can either cure the illness, or at least alleviate the worst of the symptoms.
I had actually switched from the editing to here, when I got a pop-up notification to say that you had replied in CoTT2.
I was excira-and-delira! (That's an Irish way of saying "excited and delighted")
Good.
Now I'm sorry, but I have to get back to editing a chapter for someone. I've had it for ages, and feel guilty I haven't finished it and sent it back to the author.