Time, will you not quit rushing by so quickly? My children are growing up too fast, and my hair is turning whiter. My joints are beginning to hate you and I feel as though I get nothing done. Please, just a break. Please.
I have a half written review of a very wonderful book, and several others in my head. Time to write them? No. Not for me. Not today. Alas.
Wishing all who read this a wonderful Spring, and let's all take time to look around, smell the flowers, and hug our children.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled day. Thanks for dropping by. Please come again. : )