A little fresh air would be good for you just now. The weather is lovely; and a little stroll in the park will bring the colour back to your cheeks. ~J. Palgrave Simpson, Victorian playwright
Today, I’m joining Robin over at Breezes at Dawn for the annual jaunt known as Walktober. We each take a walk (ride a bike, swim, skate, whatever), post about it (with pictures, if possible), and Robin gathers links to each post so we all can travel together and enjoy other parts of our amazing world.
The spiders with their pot-bellied bodies and beady eyes, are not beauteous objects, but a spider-web in the sunshine with dew upon it, is one of the loveliest things in the world. ~Dorothy Scarborough, American writer
Sparkling drops of water
Play upon her handiwork.
Inconceivable, isn’t it, that
Dew can magnify beauty
Even for such a short while?
Rare is the person on earth
Who can appreciate the weaver
Every bit as much as the creation
By which she’s famously known.
Note: This is an Acrostic poem. You got the message, right?
