Where have all the flowers gone

Sometimes I am not sure where my thoughts come from. They occasionally come with such certainty I think I they must have come from someone else, that I have read them and then forgotten them and then made them my own.  Where have all the flowers gone, a song by Pete Seeger about loss, I have no idea why it has popped into my head tonight. Its not like it is a jolly song either! And I suppose they are not my words either, but they are my memories.

Here are yesterdays and today’s pages, both started with a collage¬† background, Wednesdays used an old map and information about waterfalls, some I found in a book about waterfalls all over the world, and some hand written about waterfalls in the Lake district . Thursdays is about being happy with who you are, wrinkles and all.