This picture is one that I have posted with before but it captures what can often be a "highlight" of the weekend. Saturday morning walks. A couple of miles and then a follow up run on my own. The last few weekends I have done a long run Sunday AM and did so this weekend also.






And on her lover’s arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old;


Alfred Tennyson
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I was reading a blog of a favorite person I know and she listed her favorite things. The result was a list and it covered a lot of categories. The one that caught my attention was that her comment that she "loved her family". I would add to that thought one other. The most important thing a father can do for his family is to love their mother. Another that caught my attention was that she saw herself as "determined".
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How do I love thee?

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

How do I love thee

Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love with a passion put to use

In my old grief’s, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints;

I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!

and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death