Petals drop onto the table from pink geranium flowers. With hyssop and nigella, alchemilla and perennial sweet pea, in a vase to honour our 24th anniversary yesterday.
A huge and ineffable sense of grief and longing.
M the builder, our next door but one neighbour, comes round to look at the leaking downpipe, tells L he'd like to keep bees if he had space.
Another mouse has died, so I'm using the laptop's hated mouse pad.
Evening sun despite met office severe weather warnings again.
I feel like I might be getting a cold. That prickle deep inside the nose.
My young client full of excitement, her life extending ahead of her.
Nothing is missing. Everything is here.
4 comments:
I hope it was a happy anniversary, and I hope the cold doesn't develop and I hope the rains don't return. lots of hopes for you!
It was, it didn't, they haven't! Thanks for hoping.
I share RR's hopes and rejoice in the good bits.
When you said another mouse had died, I was thinking "trap and piece of cheese"... not computer. HA! You got me!
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