Goodnight friends! Milder and more open today, no sharp torn gaps in the cloud but soft blur-edged patches of shifting blue. Trees look old and scarred, thickets of bracken as tall as an upstretched arm in summer collapsing down and down into deflated rust-orange mats. But every now and then there’s also the hollow drumroll of a woodpecker, or virtuoso trills from a thrush. There are crowding squadrons of blue-green spatulate shoots alongside the canal and piebald leaves of Italian arum.
Pain less prominent and exhaustion eased by relatively good sleep, had a slow but gently pleasnt and relaxing day generally, though a slow microwave hum of stress about looking for somewhere to live underlies it all.
May we think more carefully, feel more fully and find deeper understanding of each others’ joys and pains today!
