The hart, he loves the high wood,
The hare, she loves the hill,
The knight, he loves his bright sword
And the lady loves her will.
After a day of painting, and yesterday's wonderful day of walking and writing, so tired, and wanting to work in the evening, when friends come by and put an end to work as the garden fills up with wonderful horses, who prune the roses, flowers and all, and re-arrange the rosemary, and drink fizz. When they leave they take Hannah with them, and as she goes she says, "if I fail my chemistry exam tomorrow it will be your fault for letting me go."
And I am still listening to Jennifer Warnes, still loving the music, still loving the moon.