It’s a gorgeous spring day – overcast with a hint of cool, but too warm for a fleece jacket. Mother’s Day was wonderful. I’m still basking in the glow. The birds are going mad with joy and so am I. I’ve overdosed in the garden this weekend, pruning bushes and fruit trees, getting dirt under my nails, revelling in being able to bend and dig and haul stuff around with a minimum of aches and pains. Being outdoors always reminds me of my Dad – he was such a farmer, happiest when he was ‘mucking about’ as he called it. I’m convinced he could grow plants from seeds of stone! I still use some of his old tools. When I turn a clod of…
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