Cows galore!

Torrential rain yet again today, which meant that the journey to work was more like aquaplaning than driving. I am singularly unimpressed with having to drive with limited vision and sidelights on in mid-June. Almost at my journey's end and I had one of those moments when 'I'm seeing it but I ain't believin' it.'
A cow was daintily placing left front hoof on the road, obviously with a view to crossing to the other side, come what may, followed by about ten more, appearing one by one from behind the hedge. One had decided to opt out already, though. She was sitting comfortably, watching the proceedings with a placid air. As I slowed down and came to a stop beside the leader, she apparently thought better of it, thoughtfully withdrew the left hoof and retreated to the grass verge.
I could almost hear her:
"OK folks, maybe the grass on the other side isn't greener after all."

From TK

We haven't had an offering from TK for a while. Here's one now, so get your eyes round this.

Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea. As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom! When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist. "Miss Beatrice", he said, "I wonder if you would tell me about this?" pointing to the bowl. "Oh, yes," she replied, "Isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the Park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter."

Can you see the join?

The grass seed I planted just over a week ago. not bad, eh?

Cycling, anyone?

Oh! I was out cycling this morning too, but that was before I saw this

Gardening

The Camero has gone! So I had to make sure the space left behind was put to good use...quickly.

My reply

Thanks for all the comments so far. Dale, I think you are right about the desire to nurture and be nurtured being experienced by both men and women. YP, women too, 'look out wistfully on potential conquests' and this is where the difference comes, I think. Whereas men are wistful and then move on, women tend to get stuck there and find it hard to move on. Is it all to do with men's ability to compartmentalise their lives or maybe women's desire to nurture? It seems to me that women have an almost infinite capacity to forgive neglectful or thoughtless treatment by the men in their lives and find it so hard to give up on a bad job and walk away.

A question

A question for all you male readers out there to reflect on, but ladies are welcome to contribute too:

It arises from a conversation with a counselling friend and experiences in the counselling context.
Do you think that men don't need relationships as much as women, or at least that they are less dependent on them and if so, why?
Answers will be gratefully received in the comments box.