I love the rain.
A curtain of goodness cleanses my soul, and the footpath. Then, as quickly as it started, it’s done.
I was looking forward to dreaming to that sound, drifting off.
Sleep is not far away anyway – insomnia has moved on to another house.
Huge changes afoot for the rest of this year. Life will never be the same.
I can hardly believe I get to escape to the beach house again soon. I can feel that peace in advance.
I can hardly believe I am going to Ireland! Several thatched cottages of potato eating ancestors are pulling me home.
I can hardly believe I’ll be parent of the bride this year. Son in law will officially be son in law.
I can’t believe the little one is moving to America. Taking her uncooperative bowel and a truckload of meds with her. Pray with me that she stays well, and that she doesn’t stay long.
A lot of changes for one little old mum.
May all beings be well and happy.