My Garden

The Sun reaches out over the bleached patio slabs.  My feet feel warm against the stunningly cold ground. I wrap my clothes around my chest and head for the watering can.

My peace. My serenity.

The stream of transparent fuel pours into the soil around the greenish-yellow roots.

The leaves breathe.

 

Hunting continued

Ok, so the hunt has come to a treacle-like wall. My metaphorical thighs are killing me from all the wading through it I’ve been doing this week.

Every advert has at least 15 applicants and that’s just on one site, through one agency. I am looking up though. This is an exciting chapter in my life. And one which, I’m sure, will be laden with many hard descisions to make. Here’s to making them all good.