The grass isn't always greener - Words of Joy
As Autumn segues into Winter all becomes bare, barren and bleak. Grass scrubby and yellow-patched, lifeless, worn and torn. Loosened leaves now drift disconsolately on the ground. Signs of death outweigh signs of life and vitality. There is little inclination to look enviously upon our neighbour’s gardens as we may have done a few months ago. The grass is not necessarily greener on the other side. Yet how often we look askance at our own patchy lives and look with longing, if not concealed envy, upon the lives of others. If only… haunts our nights and days. Restlessness ensues and deep