With all this glorious Spring weather, I certainly feel grateful to be back at home. The joys of pottering in the garden and listening to the birds singing are mine once more. Everything has burst into flower, especially the apple blossom and, so long as we do get rain before too long, it looks as though it could be an impressive crop.
Mind it’s not the only plant that’s proudly strutting its flowers at the moment. I have a cactus that’s over 30 years old and can usually be relied on for a delightful display of colour at this time of year. Last year, in exile, however, it didn’t bother. I know how it felt! This year, it’s clearly glad to be home, just like me.
In retirement we’ve reached an age where hopefully we feel comfortable in our own skin, our slippers and our hearth-side. I don’t actually have a fireplace, but I get the meaning. After a whole year adrift off foreign shores, finally I feel content once again. The bags or should I say plethora of boxes are unpacked at last; I have arrived home.
