I revisited Southwold with my mum, Josh and Zack. We spent many family holidays there. It felt bitter sweet to return. So much change, so much water under the bridge. For lanes that hold memories:Thank You:Thank You:Thank You.
Still the skies are sodden with rain: The atmosphere feels so gentle and soft: For serenity: Thank You:Thank You:Thank You.
Grover the Golden Retriever was the dog that used to come with us to Southwold. I thought of him today and missed him. He provided our family with enormous amounts of fun. For the loving service provided by dogs(especially Grover): Thank You:Thank You.
How is it that everything changes yet everything stays the same? For the grace of my days:Thank You:Thank You:Thank You.
For Love:Thank You;Thank You:Thank You.
For money:Thank You:Thank You;Thank You
Soon my mother will be 80. She defines herself as a socialist and rails against injustice; the number of people who are homeless; the cut in the number of police. For my mother:Thank You;Thank You;Thank You.
My sons stood with me today and offered me their support. As I write this I have tears in my eyes. They are immeasurably patient with me. For my sons, Josh and Zach: Thank You:Thank You;Thank You.
I notice that daffodils have replaced the snowdrops in the hedgerows. Yellow blazes against green. I love the way in which flowers unfold with the seasons. I am looking forward to seeing apple blossom again. For springtime in England:Thank You;Thank You;Thank You.
For safe passage in our journeying:Thank You:Thank You;Thank You.