Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether summer clothe the general earth
With greeness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.

Saturday, September 08, 2012

Blog Break

I am currently in Suffolk as my son has been in Norwich Hospital with a broken back since last Monday. He is doing OK fortunately and has managed to stand and walk a few steps today but for the next two or three weeks at least I shall be staying here to help my daughter-in-law in any way I can. Although I have internet access I simply don't have time to post at the moment. I shall be back eventually :)

Edited to add that Neil is home from hospital now and is doing well. He's walking albeit very slowly but any progress is very welcome. Thank you so much for all your good wishes, they are much appreciated.