I have just been dragged through the forest by Jack and Dobby!
A rousing round to lift the spirits!
Before that I wrote and wrote, my pen kept up so well
As poems turned to stories and therein did I dwell.
And still there is ink to spare.
How I will distill them to their essence I haven’t a clue.
I’m only grateful they are there.
For now I’m off in another direction, heading out the door
The only decision I must make…
what music to accompany me and be my daily score…
Have a splendid day All, suzanne ❤️
November 16, 2018