We have reached the last twenty-four hours of our current stay in England. We enjoyed walks in the countryside and trips to the city. There is so much to do here and we never really seem to have enough time to do it.
It is time for us to do our fall migration from here.
What I'll miss most, as I always do, are the friends we've made and the experiences we've had.
William Blake described England as a "... green and pleasant land." It is that for me today even as it was for him then (late 18th century).
What happens to the time? When I get here in the beginning of summer the panorama is open with activities, places to go and people to see. When the end comes I look and wonder where the time has gone.
Where has all the time gone? Where have I been and what have I done. It's a bit of a whirlwind. - a dust devil that sprouts from nowhere, spins its tale and disappears with the same magic from which it rose.
Life's a bit like the whirlwind and I think, at times, about its fleeting nature.
Now on to Dayton, Ohio to see old friends and maybe even make some new ones.
It's been a very good ride so far. I'm grateful for every single minute.
I was able to pick up these two paintings that I had framed yesterday before we began the migration.