It took a while, but the mind finally succeeded in per-suading my body to leave the comfortable divan. We compromised a bit and decided to have dinner first (we eat dinner in the early afternoon) but bring the dessert. So off we went.
It was a beautiful day – and as always we had this lovely spot to ourselves.
This kind of "garden stool" is invaluable for old ladies picking berries or weeding.
Back home the packed picnic dessert waited in the kitchen!
Embrace change even if you want to run from it. Ralph Shrader
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It is easier to say what and who I'm not. — I'm not my profession — I'm not my salay — I'm not my age — I'm not my illness — I'm not my civil status So who am I? — a person just the right size and age — an untidy pedant — a conservative radical And what do I do? — weave — read — listen to music, classical preferably baroque