“Of all trees, I most love the oak in early summer. The leaves change colour as they open, so that the colour of the tree changes from day to day. Some produce a green that is very close to being luminous yellow, almost dazzling.” ~C.R.Milne #trees #mondaythoughts pic.twitter.com/OVwEznAAwg
— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) June 29, 2020
There are a hundred ways in which a boy can injure—if not indeed kill—himself. The more adventurous he is and the greater his initiative, the more ways he will find. If you protect him from each of the first hundred, he is sure to find the hundred and first. Though most men can look back on their boyhood and tremble at the narrowness of some of their escapes, most boys do in fact survive more or less intact, and the wise father is the trusting father. ―
Sunday’s soapbox is yours to use as you will – within the bounds of decency and absence of defamation. You’re welcome to look back or forward, discuss issues of the moment, to pontificate, ponder or point us to something of interest, to educate, elucidate or entertain, amuse, bemuse or simply muse, but not abuse.
The path that take us straight to its destination is a dull one indeed. It carries only the one message and when we have read it, we have read it. The winding road, however, is a continuous story. Each bend is a mystery and rounding it a discovery. – C.R. Milne