. I feel so incredibly lucky, and grateful today. I’m having a day at home on the Farm – which has so far consisted of doing the dishes, making bread dough, pruning the tree that has started encroaching on the driveway and
. Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself. Trying to become smaller. Quieter. Less sensitive. Less opinionated. Less needy.
. I’ve been a bit remiss with writing, I know, but I’ve needed some ‘me’ time, and some healing time… The rehoming of Digby hit me – HARD – and still does some days, but its thankfully getting less intense with each day – and I can now at least
. It’s around 5pm and it won’t be long until sunset. The cool evening
Sunday morning is usually a bit of a special day in our home, because it’s the one day of the week that my Love and I get to have breakfast together. Alas, today my Love has had to go to the next town, as the boss has agreed to help… Continue reading »
I usually really like Mondays. They generally start – once my Love has gone to work – with some quiet contemplation. No tv, no radio, no music – just the quiet of the morning, with the different birds all chatting away at full volume; like a mass of old folk… Continue reading »