Sunday, 8 December 2013

Practising "being"

This morning I woke early, and was certainly not prepared to have my breath stolen from me. Sitting about three feet under the bedroom window was a very large hare. It seemed to know the place well as it then ran at breakneck speed down our driveway. Since we arrived on Saturday we have had no tV connection, no fridge and only half an hour ago an Internet connection. But in the first 24 hours we unpacked our new home. This morning I cut down a lot of trailing bushes, picked some early plums and hand fed one of the neighbours coos. I'm grinning a lot. This is good news. I haven't smiled much since before Dad died.

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