I love it when my daughter comes home. She makes me do things I don’t want to do—until I do them. Despite going to the gym twice a week and walking the mile to town twice a week, I spend far too much time at the computer—and when I have God’s own country just behind the house.
The day was hot and still, the fields an eye-burning yellow, and it seemed a million miles from our house and the computer screen, not the mere ten minutes to walk there. My daughter’s back in London now, and here I am at the computer conjuring up second hand experience. Mind you, it's raining today and overly windy.
A vain attempt to keep up with my daughter.
Almost there. Yay!