-
Musings of the Amusing Muse
Deep thinker whose mind operates at warped speed.
Philosopher pondering the big (and little) things in life.
Storyteller. Office Ninja. Teller of bad jokes. User of big words.
This weekend it felt like Autumn. The leaves, fallen truly because the trees are stressed due to lack of rain, lay beneath their branches, blown over and around by the gentle breeze. Now, after this mornings much needed rain, they lie in wet masses, globbed in the grass and sure to kill it by suffocation…