Well, it's over. The May long weekend has come and gone. Queen Victoria has been feted yet again.
Company came and went. We did the usual things — some touring of local towns and the National (Art) Gallery. We had lunches out and lunches in and snacks aplenty wherever we went and whenever we could.
Too bad about the weather though. It was and remains simply awful: cold, windy, and rainy. The weekend which is the traditional gardening weekend in these environs was anything but this year, not that we would have anyway, but I'm sure that others were rather denied their much anticipated digging in the soil.
And so, I have read (but not commented on) your blog this morning. But now I sit. I am at loose ends, at sixes and sevens as they say. I need to do (much) more work on my Arizona pictures, but I don't really feel like it. I am in the middle of a decent book, but not right now thank you. I need to get back to my exercises after a month-long hiatus, and I probably will — later — but not just now. I could blog, but I don't feel up to it, so I won't. Hah!
I guess that it's often like this after the event. You have a good time on the mountaintop, and then you awake in the valley of reality the next day. It's okay in the valley; valleys are very fine places. Trees grow in valleys; streams flow; and, the soil is fertile. And you can look up and see the peaks all around you and begin to ponder which one you should climb next.
As I gaze upward, I begin to tie some of the loose ends together.