A green thought in a green shade.

Christmastide spent at Castle Cary where it feels a little like Paradise Regained.

Golden light as dusk approaches. I give you the end of a golden string; Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven’s gate, Built in Jerusalem’s wall. The deer stand sentinel:

While Grandmother, Daughter and Grand daughter gather together for an evening meal. There is no Grace only gratitude.