So lovely to feel the sun warm on my back at the allotment this morning. No-one else around - only me digging and the robin singing in the budding plum tree, clear against a blue blue sky. And the sound of the cars in Prince Charles Road running the full length of the allotments. As I tug out the weeds the first joint of my middle finger twinges - I don't want to believe it could be arthritis - notice how much I fear the idea of not being able to use my hands. I find myself thinking about my father - he always feels close by when I have my fork in the soil.
The sunshine changes everything - lifts my heart - helps me to be so grateful for these few precious hours. It's such a beautiful day I take my lunch outside - Pak choi salad boats which I eat with my fingers - roll them up like crunchy green tortilla wraps - let the luscious Italian lemon oil drip down my chin.
My husband is out with his walking group - possibly eating sugar lumps. Or not. But I'm only thinking about the last piece of lemon polenta cake I made at the weekend.....wondering if I'll eat it now or save it for later with a cup of tea.
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