“The best laid plans of mice and men.”
Following yesterday’s post about Ellesmere Island and the white wolves, I had plans to write more about the history of the wolf and the dog. (Oh, and thank you so much for the great way you all reacted to yesterday’s post.)
But events transpired to get in the way.
We were longer in Grants Pass in the morning than anticipated, then it was time for a quick lunch, get the fire going again, go through a rather bulging inbox, and then I was in the mood to start the post. I stood up to stretch and noticed that the deer that we feed most days were waiting impatiently.
So outside to put down some feed for the deer, then hover around, just captivated by them, decide to grab the camera from indoors and take a picture,
then, while I was outside realised that I ought to bring some logs in for the fire, and …… you get the scene, I’m sure.
I sat down at my PC to start the post and knew that I was stressing about there not being enough time to do it justice.
Gave myself a talking to about writing a blog was not something to stress about and looked for a ‘fill-in’ for today.
Opened an email recently sent to me from long-time UK friend, Neil Kelly, and discovered Neil had included in the email the most wonderful, evocative, serenely beautiful photograph of a rambler from calmer, more peaceful times. It really had to be shared with you.
Didn’t you just love this! It is rather British, don’t you think!