Take me with you when you go
To the land of gentle breezes,
Where the peaceful waters flow.
Written by Gene MacLellan
Sung by Anne Murray
I start my holidays at the end of work today. They are later in coming this year than last. I thought that I would be needed to volunteer at an event for the PAW Society the first week of July, an event that I would better serve if I had a day or two off, so I set my holidays back a month. As it turns out, I will not be required to volunteer. But the change of dates of my holidays matters little, though it does seem a little longer a wait for them this year because of the circumstances. But they are here now, and that’s what counts.
I will be travelling to Idylland, where the villages are pretty, the fields lush and the people content. That doesn’t mean I won’t have much to do. I have cat-trees to clean, windows to wash, store-rooms to clean and re-arrange, and the PAW calendar to finish. But I will be working at home, with time to ride my bicycle, read, listen to music and, of course, spend with the cats.
I may even just lie in a green field and look at the clouds.