We’re still a couple weeks away from the launch of the blog, so I won’t be posting updates for now. Feel free to subscribe on the sidebar though, to receive an email alert as soon as the blog really goes up.
I do want to have some sort of post up for the meantime though, so here’s this.
Since you’re already here, why don’t you take a look at one of my favourite poems? It’s called A Time to Talk, by Robert Frost.
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.