The day here is lovely, all soft and warm and peaceful between wilder winter days. My kitchen is full of the sweet, gentle fragrance of early spring flowers. My neighbours the sparrows (and a few married mynahs) have been playing a soap opera for me outside the windows. It's the sort of day that inspired me to write some letters. I don't normally do it, as my arm ends up hurting too much, but today I set myself to the task. There's something really quite lovely about it, isn't there? Such a tenderness of friendship, an intimacy, that you can't really achieve in an email, even if you write exactly the same words.
That doesn't mean I intend to write letters very often. But on a tranquil winter's afternoon, it was just the thing to do.
But now my arm is indeed hurting, so all I have for you today are a few links ...
Why was love fighting in the first place?
What a real man looks like.
The other side of the story.
Cute animal link.
I couldn't help but thinking ...
Old, gentle enchantment for a quiet afternoon.
I hope you have a lovely day.