A Self Portrait...

03 June 2016

I Must Confess

There is a part of me, quite a large part of me, that loves it when the, ahem, lawn is covered in wild flowers, tiny daisies and buttercups, forget me nots and others I have no names for. I do love the garden when it looks so colourful and free.

I don't spend as much time out there as once I did. I'm nervous of passers by, but I love the look of it and I love to walk to Ollie and Herself and have a chat, usually I'm joined by Pippa I'm sure she knows Ollie is there. I fill the water bowl and throw the leftovers for the birds.

I should have loved this last week when did Ireland last have such glorious and sustained good weather not in the last seven years that much I know, but I don't love it I hate it. Stress never goes away its a knot hindering my breathing and making relaxation impossible. I used to love sitting in the garden with a glass of wine. Forget that now its out of the question.

I don't want to hear the usual platitudes from the usual suspects this is what they did