Rain, rain down on me.

This was surprising, she has learnt to wade into pebbly beaches which shelve gently.
Today she climbed into a pond off a bank.
Brave.

Look up to the skies and see.

 I go for a while thinking that all I do is walk the dog, and then I realise that there is only ever the single moment, here and gone, and they actually do get quite full most of the time.

Sing, sing a song

John and Margaret are in their mid 80s and have had a pretty rotten couple of years. They still bring lots of good stuff to us though.