Caring about others, running the risk of feeling, and leaving an impact on people, brings happiness. Harold Kushner

Hello dear bloggers and readers

Although Carolina,Our project manager used to post new entries into the blog I have the honour to ensure all our activities are updated into the blog ,so here I am ,posting my new entry :

A strangely reflective, even melancholic day. Is that because, unlike other routines on every  Wednesday afternoon we got used to Carolina and Volunteers?Today is not associated with the energy and vitality of what Carolina used to bring but with the more subdued spirit of autumn?I don’t know …perhaps is  the
weather …. The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month and the autumn shows her beauty  and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.  Bittersweet September .Our volunteer came as usual and started cleaning the
garden …but nobody is there …the residents  are  already missing Carolina andthey don’t  have the urge to join in the activities …I don’t blame them ,We are human and we like routines and our gardening chores are nearly over ….I am having a glance in the garden ..The
mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, its like a beautiful concert of Verdi .a beautiful play of leafs and dead flowers .Delicious autumn!  The Garden looks like a
beautiful water colour lovely painted with a mosaic of autumn touch . Christine,our art teacher will try her best to model  our melancholic thoughts .Nearly forgot to mention herein  we have got  Ashton South Rangers touch !!!, They paid us a visit and they already made plans for Xmas and  our  folks are looking forward for more activities . It starts raining  in here but my mind flies away –I am still enjoying the season and Iremember a famous poem :Besides the autumn poets sing….

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