I am feeling off colour today with something that I know will pass, but it means I am still in bed at 9 a.m. despite the lovely bright sky. (I’ll get up soon.)
Yesterday I collected my washing line painting from the framer and I wanted to show you how big it is.
Voilà!
I’m sitting in bed reading one of my favourite poetry anthologies, Being Alive. And I have come across a poem I like a lot and want to share with you, despite the fact that it’s set in spring not winter. I like the message.
Wishing you a good weekend.
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