Bonjour my Lovlies!

As time flies past,

As surely as the birds sing so sweetly,

In nature’s finely boughed trees.

Purple clouds of splendour

Whoop for joy,

As they pass through the golden glow,

Of day’s end.


And so we have another fine Friday morning upon us.

  Looking out my window, I feel that tiny shimmer of excitement,

That new Autumn day’s sometimes bring.

Best wishes for a Joyous Weekend!

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