Season change

Mowed the orchard and took sheepdog for daily seven mile walk. Met dog friends! Mused why not International Poetry Day. Spoke with my friend Bill from Killarney that Yeats seems to be slipping away. Find I’ve been asked to read a voice over for a film. But I’m yearning for frosts and snow as the hint of a change of season begins the day. Tomorrow I’ll proof the stables ahead of bad weather. And my thoughts turn to Lampedusa and the roughening sea.221.JPG