Spring morphed into a bit of summer, there is the beginning of a drought and basically, my mood is all over the place, incl. a couple of door banging episodes and frustrated shouts of anger to the world at large.
Some days I have to dig quite deeply to find my hidden store of tranquility. But, there it is still, surprise, surprise, once I have exhausted the latest wave of fury and self pity.
My grandmother has been in my dreams, also my mother and the war and I am attempting to sort it into shape and words. But, difficult.
For the time being, there is the garden. I play no part in this, I just watch. And eat.