Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

I love trees all the year round. At this time of year they always bring to mind that wonderful Shakespeare sonnet:

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

Contentment

Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are.When you realize there is nothing lacking,the whole world belongs to you.- Lao Tzu

Brand Essence

I really like Jo Brand. She's as sharp and zesty as a sprig of fresh mint.

She became a mother at 43 and commented, "They say men can never understand the pain of childbirth. Well, they can if you hit them in the testicles with a cricket bat for 14 hours"

Nobody says it quite like she does.