we lost our sense and sensibility in our busy routines, we just want more and more, so we get busier and busier.

Reciprocity in love, I wonder if that is negotiable, I think not. It either happens or not. It cannot be taken for granted though. It needs to be worked at, just like ones garden. I am trying to imagine that it is a spark that kindles a fire. Burning slowly, until there is enough warmth. Then to keep that fire burning never to go out. Hard work I think. But worthwhile.

Which reminds me I have to start cutting some wood for my stove. I am looking forward to the winter months. It is getting cold now. A few more days and I will be in my kitchen cooking by an open fire. Listening to music or the radio news. I hope to have some interesting company this year. I have some lovely memories sat by my fire in conversation.