The days are long and warm this time of the year.
Brought Milton to the Benalla Rose Gardens. There's a playground there, where I chose to relive my youth. There's something about a swing that just begs me to get onto it.
It's quiet and we get the whole park to ourselves. Very serene. Exactly what country life should be.
I take the long way home. After all, what's the hurry? I have all the time in the world.