I certainly know what it means to be cold to the bone, yet today I know sun on my skin again. Summer flowers have just sprung into life, my own patch is wildly self seeding, even lavender is appearing everywhere on the gravel.
So what’s the news?
While work begins to blossom again in new ways I now have one foot firmly back in the meadow.
Ireland goes green and the wild hedgerows so threatened by recent progress (like myself) survive another year.
Big re-vamp going on in the day job and in my own head.
More travel on the cards before the summer is out.
Work, home and light…….. bleeding into one.
These lane walks teach about imperfection, about the simplicity of real beauty, about how all the best things grow wild and free. Glancing at the high heels lined up to wear to a wedding tomorrow I wonder how vanity suddenly won out over comfort? Flat sandals would be grand (that voice said) but when I saw the high-heeled pink ones, the teenager in me succumbed! (I have happy feet btw as I never ever squish them into “foot-binding” shoes! But once would be OK?)
So now I’m telling myself it’s just like gardening. A bit of preening, weeding, watering, and a few days staring up into the sun will do wonders? And while we’re at it a wee bit of toe-nail painting wouldn’t go astray either!