Emma is at her Dad's.
Brax is in Salt Lake with the YM and YW at the Orquirrh Mountain Temple.
I am wasting time browsing through blogs which keep linking me here, then here, then here...you know how it goes. I think I am actually stalling. I should be cleaning.
In my explorations I found this. A beautiful photo by Jack R. Johanson
The Falling Of The Leaves by William Butler Yeats
Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us patt, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us patt, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
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