Goodnight friends! A pale pearly-grey day, long smears of pale wind-sharpened cloud fading into slender slivers of pastel blue. New stems of reed mace tentatively rise like rows of little green candleflames from the black mud of the marshes among the metres-tall silvery grey collapsed wrecks of last year’s reeds. Wild daffodils nod their blazing yellow heads in the cool damp gusts.
Recovery from any significant energetic expenditure remains very slow, lingering twinges and a heavy dragging leaden feeling in my limbs, nothing major but still a feeling of needful quiet and recovery.
May we find solace in our grief and companionship in our sorrows today!
