Wednesday, May 23, 2012

I love MAY

I am still having a love-affair with my bed, after sleeping on that two foot wide “bed” on the narrowboat for ten days.

The weather since we got back has been so beautiful with still, clear, sunny days, and the rich new May vegetation is so lush and so fresh and so tender, that at times I feel almost sad. I was going to put that T S Eliot quote on here about April being the cruellest month, but then remembered I’ve already posted it once this month. I must be feeling particularly melancholic this spring. I was sitting on my steamer chair outside yesterday, and looking at the copper beech with its newly unfurled pink-brown leaves and realised that it was ten years to the day since my father died. I can remember that May so clearly.

If you’re a new reader to this blog, this might be the time to tell you that Zuzu’s Petals is all about the death of an elderly parent. Ignore that sappy, pink frilly nonsense of a cover foisted on me and the book against our wills, and consider reading it.  There is a love story in there as well, but for me the central theme is bereavement and the concept of home. You can buy it as a paperback or as an ebook.

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