The pessimist complains
about the wind.
The optimist expects it to change.
The realist adjusts the sails.
William Arthur Ward
I walk my Greyhound, Pepsi along a Rhyne which runs close to us. It is not the most beautiful place in the world but if I slow down and let Pepsi mooch along in her own time some lovely things catch my eye, simple, beautiful snippets of nature like this.