Monday, November 10, 2014

All the Rivers Run


“The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated.

By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.”

― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows


Sunday morning stroll down to the river.
Baking heat, cool waters, puppies swimming, kids exploring, parents watching.



How was your weekend?

xx Em


1 comment:

  1. Love your blog. Nice to see summer pix. Here in the northern hemisphere, we're getting a taste of winter.


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