What a frustration. I just signed into my google account and changed one tiny item and all hell broke loose. It has taken me desperate days to sort out how to get back to you. I don't know, they say that if you can't be surprised you must be dead.
I hope that applies to frustration as well.
I really just wanted to log on and send you a few images of my Autumn garden which is looking particularly fetching.
Here is Emily Dickinson from my mother's knee. My mother was a great lover of poetry and had us learn this one when we were babes. I still remember it.
The morns are meeker than they were.
The nuts are getting brown.
The berry's cheek is plumper.
The Rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.