Summer Mornings
You can't help feeling good to be alive on these sunny mornings. When I go down to feed Mother's horse, at 6.45 in the morning, the only things I see are me; the horse; sheep and the crows. Traffic is bad on the motorway, but where we are is all calm. Life is not bad at the moment. Mother wants to get better, and even the finances are coming around. I have a few other wacky ways of making money, but I want to put them on another page, as people get moody about gambling and the dark arts. Steve. Sign in to see full entry.