Hogmanay .

Another year nearly gone. Kilts and sporrans found in time for tonights Hogmanay celebrations. Then its off at a canter into the New Year. A trip to the dog loving lady and the blind school in India followed by a long Easter trip to California. Then time to focus on new PON brothers.

For the New Year an upbeat, optimistic, happy little poem written by a Welsh lady , Sheenagh Pugh, who lives in the Shetlands.  A 2013 New Year hope in verse. 

Sometimes

Sometimes things don't go , after all ,
from bad to worse. Some years , muscadel
faces down frost ; green thrives ; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high , and all goes well.

A people sometimes step back from war ;
elect an honest man ; decide they care
enough , that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss ; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen ; may it happen to you.

Sheenagh Pugh.