A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
The green leaves of summer
Are calling me home "
Twas so good to be young then
In the season of plenty
When the catfish were jumping
As high as the sky
A time just for planting
A time just for ploughing
A time to be courting
A girl of your own "
Twas so good to be young then
To be close to the earth
And to stand by your wife
At the moment of birth
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GkL_GiVjWk )
Good morning, all. It's a peaceful Sunday summer morning that I'll start with a cup of Taylors of Harrogate's "Yorkshire" tea, pita with hummus and babaganoush, and a few Kalamata olives while watching the breeze blow the lemongrass leaves on the verandah. Had a lovely ride yesterday so we'll probably stay around the 'hood' today and just relax. Still hot out... I'm ready for Fall...
Stitchawl