I usually run with a theme. Last week was difficult. I am not well. Jazz is not well. Himself has to wait another three months before the multitudes of skin cancers on his forehead can be removed. World news was also sad, bad, and sometimes infuriating. I cannot change any of those things so, as I so often do, I turned to the skies and to nature for solace.
Our early mornings have been grey - but still beautiful.
I liked the lazy clouds lying in the valley below us as the sun rose.
The next day was foggy. Quiet. Still. Peaceful. When the fog finally cleared mid morning I demanded a trip to the lake for, among other things, a roo fix.
This old man roo is a muscular beast isn't he? And look at those claws...
I liked the heart shaped spots on the clover (I think) leaves.
There was still quite a lot of cloud about, but the serenity of the lake and the reflections was heart-balm.
I hope you find beauty and solace in the week to come too.