Nothing remarkable happened today: the usual disarray; cold winds, grey cloud; I fought the ground; there was fruit and tea. I am reasonably happy with my lot and my way. I read my kindle for hours these days, enjoy silence. I dislike going away. Routine and balance are the two goals I never fail to miss. I have as much and as little as I could wish; I hope my heart can grow into peace. I reap the flowers of many years: fragrant and sweet.next poem