Against Idleness and Mischief ~ Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)
How skilfully she builds her Cell! How neat she spreads the Wax! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet Food she makes.
In Works of Labour or of Skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some Mischief still For idle Hands to do.
In Books, or Work, or healthful Play Let my first Years be past, That I may give for every Day Some good Account at last.
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Sweet Spring weather has arrived with its raw, green smells and increasingly crisper afternoon light. Soccer training has finished for the season so Wednesday afternoons can be re-claimed. Right now, we are listening to The Railway Children being read on an audio-book from the library and lolling about waiting for finger bun dough to rise. The children have settled on the couch in a row, school shirts pulled up, scratching each other's backs. Too bad there's music practice and a bit of homework to break the idle spell. But not just yet.
Photo: By me. Molongolo Reach, Lake Burley Griffin. Mid-Winter 2011, | 
