Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Saw this on a bench by the roadside. Yet another reason why I love Sweden.

“Technical gadget found on this bench, Wed. 12/9. Will return if described. Ring XX XX XX”

A lovely poem by James Kavanaugh. I don’t know its title.

Some people do not have to search
they find their niche early in life and rest there,
seemingly contented and resigned.
They do not seem to ask much of life,
sometimes they do not seem to take it seriously.
At times I envy them,
but usually I do not understand them
seldom do they understand me.

Another lovely poem by James Kavanaugh.

I was born to catch dragons in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days.

Found on top of a teabag. Life, the Universe and Everything in your cuppa.

On campus, “Drive slowly. Think of me.” transforms to “Drive! Don’t think!” 🙂

Though I fly through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil. For I am 80,000 feet and climbing.