Thank you for being interested. Doesn't sound much but it meant just about everything.

The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions- 'it wasn't Jezebels fault, Dad.'

Loss leaves us empty - but learn not to close your heart and mind in grief. Allow life to replenish you. When sorrow comes it seems impossible - but new joys wait to fill the void.

The baby rises to its feet, takes a step, is overcome with triumph and joy - and falls flat on its face. It is a pattern for all that is to come! But learn from the bewildered baby. Lurch to your feet again. You'll make the sofa in the end.

Be wary of the horse with a sense of humor.

The work of a garden bears visible fruits-in a world where most of our labours seem suspiciously meaningless.

Riding turns 'I wish into 'I can'.