I feel like I’ve emerged from a big sleep.
But I haven’t been sleeping.
I haven’t been nodding off, I’ve been just temporarily out of action.
My mind though, has been in overdrive and whirring and whirring. It’s been having a huge time, chock full of stuff – crap, weird stuff, joy, confusion, peace, weird stuff – buzzing like the beautiful bumblebees around me in the garden right now.
But as Spring gets into its step, I am starting too as well. I can get up, get out, bloody well brushing off the dirt from the last scrape. The mind is buzzing and ready to clear out the crap.
Just one of those little chunks of life that reminds you (again) that it’s good to have life (again).
Please don’t chuck. I’m sorry for the harp music, the chubby little cherubs and the waffle – sounds like I’ve lost it (again), but I mean it.
And stuff it, they’re flying right above me now with the bumblebees.
The Vigneron's Wife 