May has vanished in a flash. She’s disappeared. Gone. Like that. Nesting birds Lost in thoughts The garden still needs cleaning.
Tag Archives: musing
The Wheel of Time…
I think a lot of people obsess with the weather when they are conversing. I have noticed that writers seem to be obsessed with time. Here we are, at the end of May. Boy turned 10 earlier on this month. I still dont understand where that time went…
