Sitting in the garden, listening to the cars flying past on the A26, writing to you.
A long drive back to reality today.
But I bring with me a head full of memories,
To be wrapped in tissue and treasured.
And one word captures our week: harmony.
Sure there was laughter and even hilarity!
And then there were deep, meaningful conversations.
Hours of art and creativity,
Lazy snoozes in the sun.
Swimming Pool levity;
The ducks joined in too…
Walks in the countryside,
Didn’t want it to end.
But it did.
And that’s okay too.
Because now I can try to rekindle that serenity at home.
It must be possible. To live in England, but live like the French do.
I have a basket; that’s a start!
Je suis épuisée! (I am pretty sure that means I am exhausted!)