Emerging from the gloom of winter (actual winter), winter (supposedly spring) and winter (supposedly summer), I find myself wanting to mend things. Something is broken and immediately I must set about the task of putting it back together again – or ask someone else to do so.
So far, in recent weeks, with a little help from my friends, family and (shock, horror!) a workman, plants have been planted and pruned; electric lighting has been repowered; the water butt has stopped its leak; a little wooden chair has been re-assembled; the reclining chair now reclines; an old eiderdown no longer sheds feathers; and a window can now be opened and closed.
Each act of mending or having someone else mend a broken item, is a stitch, piecing together the jagged tear of my new life. Lots and lots of stitches to make yet, of course, but it’s almost as good as stopping to smell the roses.
All you can do is take each day at a time. Your blogs are a way of staying in touch. Take care x
Thanks Sue – I’ll check that you’re still on the list! And yes, that’s good advice. One day at a time…
What a great analogy ❤️❤️❤️ Well done xxx
Ta! 😘😘