Goodnight friends! It was something like nine months back I first thought I might be imminently moving house, first thought about leaving behind all the particular vistas of this surprisingly pretty but somewhat inaccessible little area. Given the stop-start chaos of the process generally, and the particular randomness of the current local housing market I may still not be – but thanks exclusively to the huge privileges of familial savings and support I finally feel like I might actually close to something happening. Thinking on this in particular because of the pink firework blaze of massed willowherbs. A sight familiar enough now that I have expected and welcomed it for several years, here in the place I started this diary and began relearning to walk (again) over three years ago. Maybe the first place I’ve lived and been able to come to know as an adult.
May we find our lives overflowing with causes for gratitude today!
