August 1, 2019
Lammas Day
It’s quiet here on Lammas Day, in a garden of flowers and seed heads, as The Wheel of the Year takes another turn. Penny quietly reading indoors, while Sam and I enjoy the morning Sun. The Songbirds sing, the Doves coo and there is a gentle breeze, rustling the leaves. 
Voices of children on their Summer Holiday echo in the trees above as they pass by on the lane nearby. Four horses in the meadow take their ease, and there is Groundsel again in wild places – the same Groundsel that always reminds me of my own Summer Holidays when we were freed from the strict regime of boarding school – home again with family and dogs…
G G Paragati 
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