On my way to find another photo, I ran into this one and couldn’t believe that it was just sitting there waiting to be posted. Of course, it is of Big Ben taken at 11:55 am on some day over two years ago while I was in London. Has it been that long? Yes, because last May I was in the middle of a huge move.

Shakspeare wrote, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” He’s probably right, but this rose is especially sweet because it is one of the Queen’s roses at Windsor Castle.

I wanted to post something totally different—something not necessarily green and from the mountains. So what about these taken from the London Eye a couple of years ago? I think I have already posted one but not both. The Thames is below. Who knows which direction it runs—north, south, east, west. Does it really matter when you think about England and being there? It is enough just to remember what it felt like to be on “top of” that part of the world at sunset. Tomorrow is election day in the UK, and a new Prime Minister will be elected. “Polling stations in 649 constituencies across the United Kingdom will open at 0700 BST and remain open until 2200 BST.” Whoever is elected will have an office in one of the buildings in the above photo. . .  in Parliament!

I need to stay off of American Grey’s Web site. He is totally wrong for me, especially on a day when I’m so easily distracted. I need to focus on the here and now. But lately, there has been so much involved with the “here and now” that it is hard to do. My mind wanders. I’m tired but it’s a good tired. A rewarding sense of being tired after doing something worthwhile. So, I try to focus or refocus and nothing seems to work. It’s Friday, and I’m reminded of some far away place that I have visited and here I go again . . .  wandering through old photographs and memories . . . .

Then I reason: I need to post something for my Friday group to view and that excuse gives flight to my drifting mind. Until a Twitter reminder comes through telling me there is a baseball game this afternoon at 3 pm. “Back to work,” I tell myself.  Later, there will be time set aside to be with friends—good friends—who have continued with me over many rough seasons in this life. It should be the perfect end to a perfect week.

TFC Scoreboard for Miss Jo’s Mom! She wondered if I had a photo of it earlier in the week, and I do! (double smile for her)

I have a list of things to do today, and I’m headed off to accomplish each one, but humor me for a moment. Mentally, I want to stroll through the green hills of the Cotswolds, drink a hot cuppa tea, and eat a fruit scone with clotted cream at the local establishment. What fun it would be just to be silly for a time and do something ridiculous so that I gain a sideways “get real” look from a friend.(smile)