Just now I spent a while in the Attic gazing at the view and thinking what a perfect midsummer evening it is. Then I came down two flights of stairs, walked through the kitchen and out the back door, out of the yard, up the cobbled back street and on up the road to go pick cow parsley from the footpath. There were some rogue blue flowers growing amongst the wild stuff, so I picked a stem of them too.
Returned home and added in some honeysuckle and alchemilla, and plopped
the straggly little bunch into an old jar. Went outside to the table
and removed the pot containing last year's dead geranium. Replaced it
with the jar of just picked flowers. Sighed with relief and
appreciation. Much better.
Came inside, made myself a mug of hot tea and cut a generous wedge of lemon drizzle cake that I baked this afternoon with Little B. Back outside to sit, sip, scoff, listen and ponder in the still warm evening. It was a moment of peaceful tranquility. Time all to myself after another full, busy day.
Thank you so much for all your words of comfort, reassurance and understanding yesterday. Gosh I was having a bit of a pity party I think! I keep forgetting that I've been quite unwell recently, and that I am still on the tail end of those germs. My ears are still weird and my head is still cotton woolish, and I can't taste or smell very well and I'm still feeling very drained. Plus I'm still rather concerned about my silly finger, and that constant worry has been nagging at me. I think I'll need to go see the doc about it as I still can't crochet :o(
But.....the sun is shining and all is well. Tomorrow is going to be a Happy Day, I feel sure of it.