I wake early, the weather is fine and I pack. I’m recharged. I’m raring to go.
I have a wander around the garden. The Rose plant is odd. It all appears dead, but for one beautiful rose, so delicate, so nice, so unimaginably nice.
I sit down to each my 4 éclairs. There’s no bread it has gone green, really green. I clean out the bread bin and disinfect it. The I settle in the garden.
The sun is shining like Wednesday night.
And the flowers are loving it.
Ah I love my garden space.
I’ve managed to create something so nice.
That I can enjoy at a slow pace.
It’s a shame to say goodbye.
Will they still be here when I get back?
I doubt it.
And so with that
I wash my breakfast things.
I put my bags in the car.
And get ready to set off. One day I will fall off one of these branches.…….