It’s been a hard month. As many of you may know I have been taking a break following the sudden and very unexpected death of my father.
Everything still feels very raw and very strange as you can imagine, but now we have had the funeral I feel as though I can start to dip my toe into the online world again. Even though my brain is strangely scattered and forgetful - just last night I made coffee without boiling the kettle and then wondered why the coffee was cold :)
Everything has changed and yet as I log in here and sit down to write (with a hot cup of coffee this time) everything seems familiar and comforting.
These daffodils made me smile the other day - snapped on one of the many trips north I’ve made over the last few weeks. Just the day before they had been smiling happily in the sunshine before their enthusiasm was dented somewhat by a sharp snow shower. Like us though, they bend but don’t break. Their display might be over for this year but they retreat underground, look after themselves for a bit and then re-emerge triumphant next year.
I’m not sure I’m going to be doing any triumphant emerging any time soon, but we do go on. We change, we adapt and we grieve, but we do go on.
Most of my regular knitting is on hold - due to lack of enthusiasm - but I did pick up an old long-neglected sock WIP - which seems to have caught my interest. And I’ve been finding huge diversion in the new series of Bridgerton - both watching the TV series and reading along with the book. It’s very entertaining - not least because I’m not sure that those who adapted it for the screen had even read the book - I can’t believe how different the two plotlines are.
Still, it all makes for harmless feel-good fun, which right now is just what is needed.
