The people who own this painting call it Ralph.
I will not say what I called it.
I was walking yesterday in my favourite walking area. At one point in the walk my wife, who was walking with me took a slightly different route than I did and we met about a mile further on.
I took an upward path climbing up through the trees on a rather muddy and wet path while she took a drier route. I had my wellington walking boots on so the wet muddy path was ok for me.
I had my iPod with me and so for that part of the walk I listened to a bit of the book I have on it for just such contemplative moments. It is the book, "The Tao of Winnie the Pooh."
When I rejoined my wife and back on the route we usually follow I was in an even more contemplative mood. We walked in silence listening to the sounds of nature around us. The path was sheltered protected from the wind but it could be heard signing through the trees, joining the birds to make a natural choir of nature.
My wife said to me, "A penny for your thoughts."
I smiled and continued on my thoughts about the categorical imperative. I hope you understand why I said nothing.
But then I smiled and again and told her the tale of , A Penny For Your Thoughts."
A young Scottish lad and lass were sitting on a low stone wall, holding hands, gazing out over the loch.
For several minutes they sat silently.
Then finally the girl looked at the boy and said, "A penny for your thoughts, Angus."
"Well, uh, I was thinking. Perhaps it's aboot time for a wee kiss."
The girl blushed, then leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Then he blushed. The two turned once again to gaze out over the loch.
Minutes passed and the girl spoke again. "Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."
"Well, uh, I was thinkin' perhaps it's noo time aboot time for a wee cuddle."
The girl blushed, then leaned over and cuddled him for a few seconds.
Then he blushed. Then the two turned once again to gaze out over the loch.
After a while, she again said, "Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."
"Well, uh, I was thinkin' perhaps it's aboot time you let me put my hand
on your leg."
The girl blushed, then took his hand and put it on her knee. Then he blushed. The the two turned once again to gaze out over the lock before the girl spoke again.
"Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."
The young man glanced down with a furled brow. "Well,noo," he said, "my thoughts are a wee bit more serious this time."
"Really?" said the lass in a whisper, filled with anticipation.
"Aye," said the lad, nodding.
The girl looked away in shyness, began to blush, and bit her lip in anticipation of the ultimate request.
Then he said, "Dae ye nae think it's aboot time ye paid me the first
There are more important things in life than we oft think. Have a wonderful day.