Better this time
Flower like to tell me a Russian saying that life is a spiral and we keep coming around to the same place but the spiral enlarges and as time passes, it takes longer to come back, and we are on a higher plane when we next get there.
Walking through City Park this morning, I passed my usual companions – hello, hello, hello. I noticed the grass cutters and that a lot of the limbs had been removed but sigh saw another great big tree down. I said to a fellow walker, “they’re getting the park picked up quickly,” and he said, “they’re better this time.”