Thursday, March 24, 2022

The skies are bluer here

The sky really is bluer here than at home, and I’m not talking metaphorically. We’re a mile high, and the air is thinner.

Yesterday we flew kites in the park.

And last evening Wendy and Isaac treated me to my happy drink in my happy place - margaritas at the bar in Bar Taco. 

I’m aware of the war, and the bad U.K. news with the heartless spring budget and the P&O outrage, but I have to admit that although it’s completely irrational, it feels easier to read about it hours later than I would at home. It makes no sense at all, but I feel as if I’m in another world here with the family. 

Yesterday, though, I found myself buying this book:

And this is what it just opened at:


Sally said...

Good to read that you're having happy family times. Love the photos. Amazingly, we have blue skies (paler shade) in Derbyshire this week too! πŸ’™πŸ’› Sally

Anonymous said...

Most poetry leaves me cold - I feel like I need to see a deeper meaning and I feel ignorant and uncomfortable for not understanding. Takes me back to awkward English lessons where I didnt understand Silas Marner because I hadn’t had enough life experience to fathom it.

This one I love

Perhaps I should buy a red dress?


Sue Hepworth said...

Thank you, Sally and Jenetta for your comments. I’m sorry I’ve been distracted and not diligent in responding to comments.