100 things, photo pages xiv a summer’s night in england somewhere Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related Post navigation xiii un pré sur l’au-delàxv shall we dance? 3 Comments hexagon suns July 27, 2010 at 9:10 am Reply alistair, when are you coming to the south pacific? Athene July 28, 2010 at 12:22 am Reply ”O my deare hert, young Jesu sweit, Prepare thy creddil in my spreit, And I sall rock thee to my hert, And never mair from thee depart. …But I sall praise thee evermoir With sanges sweit unto thy gloir; The knees of my heart sall I bow, And sing that richt Balulalow” Valerie W July 29, 2010 at 9:19 pm Reply This is how we should enjoy Life. I’m on that swing right now, carefree and not worrying about ANYTHING. Remember, don’t sweat the small stuff, because its all small stuff. Resolution will come in some form or another. Summer for me is being flopped out on the porch sofa with sheer curtains blowing in the breeze and the sounds of a baseball game (pre glitz and hype) on the televion. Leave a Reply Cancel Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.