All the things will be waiting
The dust on the floor
Comes willingly to the pan
But only when swept
The plants lower their leaves
Pray for water
The dog barks
The washing lies about
They’ll all still be here
When you get back
Go
While you can
*small adventure last week was very satisfying. You just have to go sometimes. I spent the day blueberry picking and untangling grapes, learnt a lot about an industry about which I knew very little. I write about it the magazine which will be published at the end of the month.
