While not where Wordsworth was, this little bit of local beauty is always a place of tranquility and quiet – a place, a place to be thankful for each day.
While not where Wordsworth was, this little bit of local beauty is always a place of tranquility and quiet – a place, a place to be thankful for each day.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 
That looks like a coffin??
It’s a bench! I’ve photographed it before. Context, I guess!
Haha also the title!
Resting doesn’t mean dying – it can also be sitting, and being grateful you are (still) alive in the beauty around you . . . “-)