Peace in the garden....

First, let me apologise for not visiting and leaving comments and all that sort of stuff. I have had no time to do anything, and I hate not knowing what everyone is up to. I will be round to catch up as soon as I can actually catch up with myself. Minor detail.

Ironically, work was reasonable today, but I had to run a zillion important errands on the way home, and by the time I finally sat down, I promptly fell asleep. David starts his A level exams tomorrow, and I am a wreck. He on the other hand, is calm and relaxed. I am not. It comes with the "I am a mother" territory.

I am in need of laughter. And peace.

When life seems to consist of form filling (for my son's uni), paying bills, writing letters to officialdom, paperwork for my job, and lesson preparation, laughter, unless it is of the hysterical variety, is rather scarce. I am tired. It is as simple as that.

One thing I love to do when I get home in the late afternoon, is to walk around the garden, deadheading the plants, watering them, checking to see how many roses have bloomed, and how much everything is growing. It is a wonderful way to wind down from the frenetic pace of the working day. And my garden is starting to really blossom.

I wish you could see inside my mind. It closely resembles a washing machine in the middle of a spin cycle. Thank heavens for summer days and that the roses choose this time to open their petals to the sun. My eyes can see and appreciate the beauty of each lovely flower. I can smell the glorious scent. I can hear the birds singing in the trees and bushes. I can feel the warmth of the paving slabs under my bare feet. I don't have to think to be able to relax in my garden.

I love coming home.