tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post4543141532229380016..comments2023-04-16T15:39:24.835+01:00Comments on Gardening Leave: More Questions Than AnswersJonathan Chanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-31492002891932434482014-03-21T19:06:28.550+00:002014-03-21T19:06:28.550+00:00Thank you Liz. Turning out to a beautiful season a...Thank you Liz. Turning out to a beautiful season already. The drive home quite spectacular with moody skies and strange colours on the trees and getting back to find comments like these.Jonathan Chanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-25677721521252281372014-03-21T19:03:39.934+00:002014-03-21T19:03:39.934+00:00Thank you Red. Glad we've got you all patched-...Thank you Red. Glad we've got you all patched-up and ready for the road again.Jonathan Chanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-64758086099466871482014-03-21T05:16:49.101+00:002014-03-21T05:16:49.101+00:00ooh, yikes, wish I hadn't read this at midnigh...ooh, yikes, wish I hadn't read this at midnight : / .... think I'll save your posts for broad daylight from now on ; ) <br /><br />happy Spring, Jonathan......hope it's a beautiful season for you....<br />Liz ~*Hindsfeethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12373105564115036448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072816573955325123.post-23495487585600145292014-03-21T05:02:20.469+00:002014-03-21T05:02:20.469+00:00Many, many a thank you for this story... as it res...Many, many a thank you for this story... as it restores me... gets me past feeling merely (after an evening nap) patched-up. Jasus, but this is lovely. The speculation on all that remains (flint walls)... and glistens ghost-like. Thank you!!! Yes... what is it that slips into rooms to peer over our shoulders? In boyhood, I thought it a god. In a time when contemporaries suffer problematic, dense, easy-clog blood in-heart and in-brain, it seems that what slips into rooms and gets behind us are.... So hurrah for silver flasks... whether for tea or for whiskey. And a hurrah to you, Jonathan, wonderful writer and kind soul!<br />-- Red Shuttleworth Poet Red Shuttleworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053848100740944133noreply@blogger.com