......listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.

Winnie the Pooh

WE shall take the sage advice of that great  philosopher of life Winnie the Pooh and not clutter or minds with thoughts of things to do, or try to place meaning on things, or endeavor to make a point.  Today, with a little help from W.B Yeats we shall just enjoy the moment.  Some random shots of my recent travels...........

I WENT out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And someone called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.